Nothing much happened from one day to another in Bob’s life.  Each day was a complete re-run of the day before. As he sat waiting, watching and hoping for a shot at the disturbing Blue Jay that found great joy in driving him nuts, he nibbled on the last of his pancakes. A drip of syrup curled its way down to his chin. Bob wasn’t much for manners, so he didn’t do anything about it. Soon that little drip grew into a big globule and fell onto the plate, leaving a faint residue upon Bob’s chin.  He intently focused on the window in front of him. How could he be responsible for the stickiness on his face.  He’d get to that later.

Just as he was about to give up and call it a day, the pesty Blue Jay arrived and perched atop the mailbox. Bob became annoyed – his annoyance turned to panic – his panic drew him into a complete state of defiance. What should he do? Get the pellet gun? Call the department of natural resources? Finally the answer came to him. He found one of those flat rate shipping boxes and a butterfly net. Off he went on a crusade for the elusive Blue Jay.

Unbeknownst to the poor bird, Bob came at him from behind, encircling him with the net and placing him in the box. He addressed it to a Beagle friend in New Jersey who he wasn’t particularly fond of.  No matter how hard he tried he was unable to close the container, since he didn’t have thumbs. Bob was a dog, you see.

So the Blue Jay lived to see another day and Bob, the dog would try again tomorrow. 


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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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6 Responses to A DOG NAMED BOB

  1. Kathy, your story shares our own innocence in trying again . . . tomorrow! Bob and the Blue Jay remind me of Sylvester and Twitty.

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  2. hatrack4 says:

    I loved the story, but I wonder, is the person who is all thumbs a different story with the same result? But I wish Bob better luck tomorrow. I used to take work breaks with the secretary while she fed the birds. When the Blue Jays showed up, all the other birds left. Even the crows caused the birds to move out of the way, but with the Blue Jays, the feeding time was over except for the Blue Jays.

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  3. Reblogged this on Mamena and commented:

    Love the story 🤣😂

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