ROCKY ADVENTURE – A Thief in the Night

My ears alert me to something awry. My sweet dreams of grassy fields and tasty treats have been interrupted by unknown sounds. I’m used to the occasional rumble of a car out on the road, but this was very different. This sound came from inside my home.

I drop down to the floor, the jingling of my tags and the patter of my paws the only noises for now. Whatever it was has stopped, but still my curiosity has gotten the better of me. After a sniff of the air, I exit the room and proceed to investigate.

My eyes take a while to adjust to the darkness as I navigate from room to room, searching for the source. Then I catch the scent of something new. An awkward smell, then it’s joined by food- an assortment of food at that. Like there’s a festival going on and no one bothered to tell us about it.

I enter the kitchen, the smell now filling my senses, only to discover a catastrophe has taken place. Food and garbage are everywhere! A shadow moves and dives for an open window. I bark furiously at the invader, angry that the trespasser has destroyed my lovely home.

I’m still barking furiously when the lights flicker on. The old man stands there, his own eyes squinting in the blinding light. I proceed to tell him about the invader, but his expression is grim as he observes the scene for himself. Please, you gotta believe me…

The old man wasn’t too happy with the situation. He blamed me for destroying the kitchen. But I guess I can’t blame him. The culprit got away clean as a whistle, leaving me holding the consequences. That just won’t fly- not in my home.

So here I am, waiting for trouble to arrive. The day flew by, and the old man had softened up by afternoon. He brought some new foods earlier, but I could tell he was still a little upset with me. My usual treats were forgotten, and even the affection was neglected.

The sound of leaves rustling pulls my attention to the open window. It stays open to let the fall’s cool air in. While it might be good for the atmosphere, I am sure that it is an irresistible entrance for any thief- a guilty thief that not only took our food, but took my pride as well.

I’m up in a flash, and move to hide in the shadows near the window. I want to catch the vermin once he’s done the deed, so that I can clear the good name of Rocky. Then I see them, the little paws…or are they hands? The critter pulls itself up and through the open window. After the thief approves of the area, it slumps to the floor and waddles to the cooler. I manage to wedge my nose behind the edge of the window and swing it closed, blocking any escape.

“I have you now!” I pounce without mercy. Well, maybe just a little bit of mercy. After all, I’m a nice pup. The thief screeches in alarm and pins itself against the wall and stands up on its hind legs just like a man. Then I realize that the culprit isn’t much bigger than me. I can handle this situation with ease. “I have you now, thief!” I bark furiously, calling for the old man to see.

The lights flash on, just like I had planned. A raccoon stands, very afraid, in the corner. “It’s just a baby raccoon!” the old man says drowsily.
I tilt my head in wonder. I study the critter and agree. It’s too tiny to be grown up. “Where’s your mama?” I ask the thief. “You’re in trouble now.”

“Mama!” the raccoon squeaks, its eyes lighting up.

“I’ll call Christy, she’ll know what to do with you,” the old man said timidly as he picked up his noise box. He always speaks at it, but I still can’t figure out why. It doesn’t do any tricks like I can.

I’ve still got the critter pinned to the wall when our neighbor, Christy, arrives. She has her own crate, ready to capture the villain. It takes a bit of skill and a little luck, not to mention a handful of sweets, but she gets the baby raccoon in the cage. She talks to the old man for a few minutes while I sniff the area to make sure everything is secure. I give one last bark at thief as they leave.

“See, it wasn’t me!” I tell the old man. A relieved expression proves his agreement. Then he offers a few words of approval- and a long neck rub as he carries me back to bed. That feels so good!

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.  Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own Rocky Adventures.

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ROCKY ADVENTURE – Rocky Meets an Old Friend

Today has started off so well. Last night’s party has left us both a little tuckered out. We both stayed up late, scaring the “monsters” with our own costumes. So while the old man was sleeping, I helped myself to a little bit of the leftover pie (but please don’t tell him). Izzy’s lady companion makes the best apple pie, and no matter how I try, I can never resist the temptation.

I continue licking my lips clean of the guilty crumbs as I settle down on a comfy spot on the sofa. The sun shines in on this particular spot, keeping me warm inside the cool house. I yawn a bit, and lay my head down to nap- and let my tummy settle back down from all the excitement.
I awoke to the sound of the old man’s third leg thumping around in the hallway. I can see he’s a bit lively despite his recent nap. He has my leash in his hand, telling me it’s time for walkies. And I couldn’t agree more. I’ve the urge to relieve myself suddenly. He latches on as I lick his hand in excitement. Walkies has to be one of the best times of the day (next to eating, of course).

The door opens and lets the sunshine light up the day. Then after a moment to adjust the old eyes, we head out into the world to see what trouble a couple of fellas can stir up. We start out by giving me a moment to do my business and then it’s onward, towards the end of the block.

The old man’s third leg clomps on the sidewalk behind me, the rhythm telling me to slow down or speed up. I found that it’s so much easier to walk with him than to try to walk him around like all the other dogs around here do. I think it’s so funny when I see their little legs working furiously as they tug their companion around instead of just keeping pace with them. I’ll be honest- I tried it, and found that half the time I couldn’t even breathe because my collar was choking me.

“Hey, Rocky!” a voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn to see an old friend, his head hanging over the Johnson’s fence. Either that pup was trespassing, or Mrs. J got herself a new friend. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.

“What’s up, dog? How you doin?”  Ace says to me through the fence line. He was always a mischievous rascal, looking for trouble just so he could dig a deeper hole. But, I have to admit, we used to have some fun times together back before we were taken to the cages.

“Well, it looks like someone got a new friend,” the old man says as he reached out to pet Ace’s bobbing head. I don’t care though. Okay…I got a little jealous.

“Hey, what say you and me get out of here and dig through some garbage for stuff we ain’t supposed to eat? I can’t stand it here. The old lady keeps feeding me this crunchy stuff, and they get mad at me when I do what I want.” Ace tells me with a wily grin on his face. “I’ll come get you tonight. Then- we can bust the other guys out and really show the town!” Ace finished his proposal by dropping back down off the fence and proceeding to chase his tail. Real geniuses.

I tell him that idea is not his best one. Ace stops and turns his attention to me, his expression puzzled by my choice. I tell him he has a good home, and that all dogs need a two-legged friend. I motion to mine and tell him that sometimes they carry a spare around. Dogs and their peoples are made for each other- helping, loving, and caring for one another, so that together they can handle anything life throws their way.

I bid farewell to the tail chasing Ace, and we head off down the way. He’ll probably forget everything I said in a few minutes. But I won’t. I look up at the old man and think to myself: I sure am lucky I found you.

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.  Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own Rocky Adventures.

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ROCKY ADVENTURE – All Hallows’ Eve, Part 2

Though we enjoyed our treat without interruption, the night would not end there. For the two of us, that sugary apple pie has actually given us a second wind. And now, the youngsters, still dressed in their monster disguises, have begun to arrive even more consistently. The old man has his bucket of treats (which he has done a good job of keeping out of my sneaky reach) and offers them each a handful. Guess he’s just that nice of a guy. I would have kept the treats to myself, especially after those rascals scared me earlier.

After a while, the old man decides to spice things up for us. He dresses up in an old lab coat, pulls on some of his rubber cleaning gloves, and finds some wild goggles and adds them to his persona. He looks in the mirror for a moment before ruffling his hair into a tangle. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked quite mad. Then it’s my turn. I don’t like getting too dressed up, but the antennae with the little bobbly eyes doesn’t bother me much. A cape made from an old t-shirt adds to my charisma and I become…Super Alien Rocky.

I race around wildly, chasing the bobbly eyes on my head and enjoying the fluttering of my cape. No matter how fast I go, those bobbly eyes still evade my grasp, bouncing around and taunting me. It’s fun though, and I bark an approval to the old man, who also seems to like my costume.

We take a seat at the piano, and the old man begins to play a creepy tune. It starts with some deep, rumbling notes, offset by the occasional high pitched ones. After a few chords, I find myself howling to accompany the eerie music and tapping my paw upon a few of the keys to add some melody. Though this would often disturb the old man, he too joins in and howls into the night.

The doorbell rings again, so we pause for the moment and I rush to the door. I beat the old man there, eager to say hello to the disguised youngsters. When I look back, I notice the old man is coming, but only on two legs. In all the excitement he must’ve forgotten about his extra one. I run back to the piano and fetch it for him. The wood is heavy in my grasp, but I manage to handle it.

By the time I get back, he’s already handed out the goodies and closed the door. He looks at me, and I look at him, and he tells me what a super dog I am. I know this, but it’s always good to hear it once in a while. I tell him the same, and his eyes confirm that he understood.

We continue to greet the oncoming swarm of youngsters, and when they see us, they are quite frightened themselves. I guess that’s what makes this day so fun though. I realize that it isn’t about being frightened or even scaring each other- it’s about everyone- pups included- having a good time.

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.  Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own Rocky Adventures.

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