A Dog Named Bob

Bob was a small, scruffy mongrel. His favorite food was porridge with just a drizzle of golden syrup. His collar, the color of a bluejay, stood out from his black as ink fur. He would stand guard by the mailbox everyday waiting impatiently for the postman. Even on Saturdays and Sundays you could find him there staring for hours at the box. When the postman lifted the lid of the mailbox Bob would set about to whine and bark. The bark was shrill like the sound of a plate breaking.


Perhaps the start of a story as inspired by yesterday Daily Post Prompt in which you had 20 minutes to write a post that included the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob





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