A story involving a dog named Bob…

 A Tall Tale, told in jest, on a sort of a “dare.”   The mail carrier arrives in her little truck about one p.m.   We have a big mailbox, which will hold good-sized packages along with lots of regular mail, which sits out by the road.  Except for watching on-coming traffic, which I avoid by standing behind and to the side of the box. Sometimes our … Continue reading A story involving a dog named Bob…