So the prompt has to be written in 20 minutes. Here we go.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”
Sara squinted as the rays of the morning sun found their way to her eyes from in between the leaves of the birch by the pergola. She placed her cup of coffee on the worn wooden table, and went back inside to get herself a plate full of waffles covered with syrup.
Her dog Bob sneaked out and followed her through the garden. He circled her, his tail wagging, flapping against the railing. A blue-jay hopped over the dew covered grass and Bob took off chasing it. The blue-jay flew away, and Bob was left standing by the fence, his newly gained freedom now limited to the yard. The poor city-dog bewildered by the life in the country. Bob wagged his tail harder when he saw Mike, the inked mailman coming to bring the day’s mail. Sara walked across the grass and patted Bob on the head.
“Morning Sara,” Mike said as he saw her. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it.”