Trixie: Round Brown Ball of Dog: Round Brown Ball of Dog

By RJ The Story Guy

Trixie's adventures continue in Trixie: Round Brown Ball of Dog as she learns to have more Dog Fun with her people and looks for new things to do. Then everything is put aside when the Brown Dog takes on an unexpected challenge. Sure, Trixie likes fun, sniffing, walking, running, and playing, but those have to

• Language: English
• Publisher: High Desert Libris
• Release date: Nov 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781733436151

RJ The Story Guy

RJ the Story Guy has lived in the Middle Rio Grande Valley for most of his life. Recognized with awards for his teaching, he is now retired, pursues writing and music while volunteering with various organizations.

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Trixie:

Round Brown   

Ball of Dog

The Next Adventures of the Brown Dog

Interpreted by

RJ the Story Guy

High Desert Libris

Albuquerque

Copyright © 2021 by RJ the Story Guy

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior written permission.

High Desert Libris

Albuquerque, NM

https://rjthestoryguy.com

https://trixiethebrowndog.wordpress.com

Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Book Layout:  RJM Creative Arts and

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Cover Design:  Paul Murray

Photos: RJ the Story Guy with iPhone 6S and PhotoScape X

Part 2 Photo: CS Mirabal

Chapter 21 Photo: Puppies photo credit: Kim Dae Jeung from

Pixabay.com

Trixie: Round Brown Ball of Dog/ RJ the Story Guy. -- 1st ed.

ISBN 978-1-7334361-5-1

Dedicated to

Kathy, Joyce, Elizabeth, Lisa, and my wife for their invaluable critiques and copy editing; Paul Murray for cover design and artistic advice; as well as Abigail, Owen, and Luke for their enthusiasm about

The Brown Dog

CONTENTS

Dog Soccer

Sleeping

Tug-of-War With the Boys

Scullery Maid on Duty

Get Me Out of This Car!

School Girl

Adopting Chipmunks

Round Brown Ball of Dog

Mommy, We Have a Problem

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News

Just Count Me Out

The Canine (Im)patient

Parting Shot

House Arrest

Stand by Me

A Little Walk, A Lot of Sniffing

Good to Go

Back on the Chain Gang

Christmas Night

Bandit Visits the Railyards

Goodnight, My Little Ones

PART 1:

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A Brown Dog’s Life

CHAPTER ONE

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Dog Soccer

There’s human business and then there’s Dog Business. Such things as Eating, Going for a Walk, Eating, Sniffing—especially Other Dogs’ Scents, Eating, Playing with Anything Chewable, Barking at Anything or Nothing, Eating, Guard Duty, and... Dog Soccer. Here’s how the Brown Dog—Trixie—plays the game with her people.

Trixie’s teeth locked onto Bullwinkle and yanked the raggedy pillow left and right.

Mine!

Poor Bullwinkle. Though he was Trixie’s favorite toy, he took quite a beating. In her doggie mind, he was both a beloved squishy toy and a prize for hunting to be chewed in victory.

Mmm-mmm. Chew, chew, chew!

Boy, look at her chew on the moose! Poppa said to Mommy and Abigail. I pity this defenseless pillow especially when we’re playing a game of Dog Soccer! He laughed.

Dog Soccer? Mommy and Abigail said at the same time.

Yeah. It starts when she gets one of her stuffed animals and starts chewing and yanking it around like it’s a squirrel she just captured. That’s when I join in by trying to kick it away from her in between chews. If I can kick it into the kitchen under the cabinets or the far dining or music room walls, I get a point. If she gets it and makes it back to the living room rug, she gets a point.

Don’t hurt her, Mommy said.

Oh, don’t worry, I don’t kick her. I try to get my foot in there between her lower jaw, her front feet, and the toy. Then I swat it away.

Poppa made a valiant attempt to knock Bullwinkle out of Trixie’s jaws, but it was only an air kick as the dog held on while continuing to chew like it was a tasty piece of jerky.

Ha! Silly man, you can’t have it. It’s mine. Chew, chew, chew.

Again, and again, he pushed the toe of his moccasin between the pillow and those clamped jaws. He waited a little while to lull the Brown Dog into loosening her bite. Then he made a split-second lunge and kicked the moose into the air.

Yes, it’s flying! Go, go, go!

Bullwinkle landed with a long slide from the living area right into the kitchen and whacked into a chair at the breakfast counter. Both man and dog leaped across the floor to gain possession of the pillow.

Poppa arrived first and kicked it hard to the right sending it into the dining room. Both pounced on Bullwinkle. But the man had the advantage with his long foot catching the edge of the pillow and sending it forward so fast it could have flown into another neighborhood.

Run! Come to me Precious, let me chew on you.

Poppa wasn’t finished. He kept nudging it back through the kitchen only inches from the Brown Dog’s snapping jaws. Kick left, kick right, right, left, hard kick right barely into the music room, almost missed a kick left across the rug.

Trixie bravely kept at it as she banged and pushed against Poppa’s legs bursting ahead in big leaps and fast trots. Bullwinkle landed in front of one of Poppa’s stereo speakers.

Can’t have it! It’s mine. Run!

However, the man still had the advantage of legs and feet that were much longer than the dog’s though she had the lanky legs of a racer. Finally, her persistence and snout full of sharp teeth paid off when she latched onto the moose pillow and dashed off. Her claws clicked on the wood floor as she headed back to the big area rug in the living room.

Ha! Got it. Go, go, go. Try to catch me, old man!

Poppa nearly lost his balance as he spun around to catch up.

Whew! You would think they were both exhausted yet neither gave up as the game continued at the edge of the rug. Finally, Poppa made another steal and sent Bullwinkle flying against the living room wall.

He kicked it into the dining room, across another rug, and was about to score a point knocking it against another wall by a heater register when the Brown Dog stole it with a quick snap of her jaws. She trotted—click, click, click—for the living room rug, head and tail held high.

Got it, again. You can’t win. Run!

This would have been a point for her, but Poppa was not out yet as he darted around the dog to block a direct path to the rug. They danced right, left, right, backwards, forwards, several times—Brown Dog trying to get onto the rug, man blocking her every move, until dog plowed between his legs and trotted in victory across the rug, dropped to her belly, and chewed the pillow like a champion.

Yes! Mine. Back on the soft place.

Oh man, a point for Trixie! he said.

Really? You’re keeping score? Mommy said.

Of course, how will we know who the winner is?

Abigail laughed. You’re sillier than Trixie.

I don’t know about Trixie, Mommy said. But any guy playing a game against a dog and keeping score is bound to lose.

That’s harsh, he said and laughed.

But Princess Trixie, Olympic dog athlete extraordinaire, laughed the hardest as she grunted and whistled and wagged her tail off her butt.

I’ve got it! Can’t have it. It’s mine!

She went back to vigorous chewing on Bullwinkle but not before Poppa got his foot in there and launched the pillow half way to the kitchen.

Yay, Grandpa, you almost got a point! Abigail said. Come on Trixie, don’t let him steal the pillow away from you.

Big Trixie sigh.

Getting tired.

Trixie grunted. She sat and watched as the man—in a moment of sportsmanship—rushed over and kicked the pillow toward the dog. She merely watched it fly over her head as she lay looking regal and done with the game.

Still with the kicking, Poppa?

Uh, oh. She’s quitting while she’s ahead, Abigail said.

For now.

Not wanting to be left out, Mommy—more into power sports than running games—strolled over to the moose pillow, picked it up, and dangled it in front of Trixie’s face.

Trixie watched as if deciding whether to make a lazy attempt to bite Bullwinkle or simply ignore the whole silly business. Without warning, she bit onto him and pulled hard.

The Brown Dog leaned back, dug all four feet into the carpet and pulled much harder than anyone would expect from a 40-pound animal.

Pull. Pull. Can’t have it!

It’s a wonder her teeth don’t get pulled out, Mommy said.

"Dogs can hold on tight enough to be