Stories of my life: Bob the Boston Terrier

Stories of my life: Bob the Boston Terrier

Yesterday I was walking my dog when suddenly I saw another dog roaming the streets alone. Nobody seemed to be worried about him. There was no owner in sight. Some people tried to attract his attention but gave up as soon as they noticed the dog did not care. I decided to follow him, because it was right next to a busy road and I could not forgive myself if I had heard that it got hit by a car. Besides, I figured that there must be an owner somewhere who was missing him.

“Is it yours?” a woman said, as she noticed me stalk the dog.

“No but I will try to catch it,” I said.

The woman thought that was good enough and left.

At first the dog walked away from me but after a while, he did find my dog pretty interesting. Being the little bitch that she is, she was not that amused by this strange male species who tried to attract my attention. I could stop her from trying to chase him away and gave him a treat. He looked well and he wasn’t scared at all. He hadn’t been away from home for that long.

Without hesitating, I picked him up and he was totally fine with it. I walked back to my dad’s house and knocked on the window. My dad opened up and was quite surprised by the fact that his shih-tzu mix had suddenly changed into a large Boston Terrier. I explained what happened, and we let him inside the house. He immediately felt at home, peed a lot and just chilled. I called the vet’s office and we could come by and have him checked to see if he had a chip.

We drove to the vet and the dog, which I had lovingly named Bob, was sitting on my lap, admiring the view and enjoying the massage I was giving him. I walked into the vet’s office and she asked me what the name of the dog was.

“I have no clue but I just named him Bob.”

After having his chip checked, it turned out Bob was actually called Johnny.

The assistant called the owner, who then asked if we could drop off the dog because she wasn’t feeling well. Otherwise we’d be stuck with him all afternoon until her daughter could pick him up. I thought that was strange. If my dog had been found, I would drag myself halfway across the country even if I had a terrible flu. We decided to drop him off anyway, because it was quite close to my home.

When I stood in front of the house, it was quite obvious it was the right one, as a couple of similar dogs were announcing my arrival. A lady opened the door. She was not very old yet but obviously very very ill. I immediately regretted that I thought she was just too lazy and she didn’t care.

She took the dog and said she was so happy he was back and passed me a 20-euro note. I said I didn’t want it, that I was glad that he was back where he belonged, but she insisted.

“Did he just come to you? Where did you find him?”

I explained everything that had happened and she smiled.

“Luckily I don’t have to worry about this anymore, after all the misery I have to deal with.”

We said goodbye and I was touched by the experience. This lady lived two streets away from me yet I didn’t know about her. Everybody fights their own battles but most stay behind closed doors.

I was glad that I had a chance to help and I think that more people should if they can. Maybe, just maybe you are helping someone out who else would have another heartbreak to deal with.



Article written by Ingrid

Ingrid is the twenty-something owner of The Sassologist, who loves everything that has to do with pop culture. While she is one of many who is in the process of writing a novel, she is also currently in denial over not being a witch. Her Hogwarts letter has yet to arrive. In the meantime she writes about pop culture and dreams about unicorns.

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