Flash Fiction: A Dog Named Bob

Challenge: to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup and ink.  And must also include a dog named Bob!

Bob, didn't know what to do, he was at a loose end, his doggy swimming lessons had been cancelled, and all his friends were away for walks and he was bored.  He looked around to see if any odd jobs needed to be done, and he saw that the mailbox was getting old and rusty so decided it needed a paint job.

Bob went to the hardware store to buy some paint. He found a beautiful colour called bluejay, which was a bit darker than light blue, and not as dark as dark blue.   Bob bought the paint and went home to paint the mailbox.  It took an hour for this job to be done, he was, as you say, very meticulous.

Well meticulous as Bob was, the real issue for taking so long painting the mailbox was his stomach. In the middle of the hard work he was doing, Bob got hungry and went in for some lunch.  A gorgeous lunch it was too.   He made a huge plate of pancakes, bacon and maple syrup, his favourite meal of all time.  It was so delicious even if he did end up getting syrup everywhere, making his paws all sticky!

After he had finished his lunch and cleaned his paws, Bob went back to painting the mailbox.  However his clean wee paws got dirty again, this time covered in blue paint! When he walked across the grass to inspect his paintwork, the green grass looked as if little bits of the blue sky and fallen down and rested on the ground!.

On inspecting his handiwork, Bob thought he had completed a job well done.  He was still congratulating himself when along came the postman who had a pile of mail for Bob.  Along with all the usual bills in brown envelopes, there was a handwritten letter for Bob too, and it looked strange as the address was written in red ink – a sign of love or a sign of danger!

Normal people don’t usually write postal addresses on with red ink, so Bob wondered who it might be from.  He opened the letter and saw it was from his arch enemy Derek, the bulldog who lived on the next street down from Bob. 

The letter was a call to fight from Derek to Bob, an annual event which happened every year to see who would be the Top Dog of the neighbourhood. Bob thought these fights were a waste of time because for the past five years, the length of time the competition has been running, Bob has won and been named the Top Dog.  But Derek would not give up trying. Bob thought he would go along with the fight again this year, as it was his duty and boy did he love a trier! And he also loved beating Derek and impressing the ladies, especially Derek’s girlfriend Dolly who he knew had a crush on him!!