In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”
You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob
This past spring, during a morning walk in my neighborhood, my neighbor’s dog Bob, a male, Scottish Terrier, with a beautiful white coat of hair, broke away from Emma the owner. Emma is a mature woman in her late 70’s and she screamed for Bob to return, however he ran towards some birds eating something on the ground beneath a large tree in front of a home.
The birds included a pair of Blue Jays, a Cardinals, a mix of Yellow and Red Finches all scattered to the wind upon Bobs’ arrival, except for the two Blue Jays.
As Bob attempted to eat or lick what the birds were eating, the Blue Jays would fly in so low, they distracted Bob, and he would briefly run after the Blue Jays of course never catching them.
Standing at the from door of the nearby home was a little girl about age eight who also yelled for Bob to stop. I was approaching from the opposite direction when I arrived and took Bob’s leash.
The birds were eating bird seed from a home made feeder with assorted seeds and the breakfast cereal Cheerios stuck to a pine cone with either honey or syrup. A string attached to the pine cone had a piece of paper written in ink, for Charles and Ashely.
I walked towards Emma with Bob on the leash, and the little girl ran towards the pine cone.
We all met, spoke and discovered the little girl made the pine cone feeder for the Blue Jays’ who lived in a nearby tree and she named them Charles and Ashley. Emma apologized for Bob’s behavior and the mother of the young girl took several photos of her daughter who is also named Emma after her grandmother. Young Emma and Bob became friends that morning.
Young Emma began asking her mother for a dog like Bob as they played together. Mature Emma is seeing the rolling eyes of the mother and suggested young Emma visit Bob, since she lived several homes away and she could walk Bob and play with him in her back yard. This so pleased young Emma’s mother, they exchanged telephone numbers to make the arraignments
Several days later I passed older Emma on the street and in her hand she had a gorgeous printed photo she took of Bob being hugged by Emma in her back yard. After I viewed the photo, she placed it in the young Emma’s mailbox.