The Dog Box Boy and Other Stories

By John Snider

The Dog Box Boy and Other Stories is a fictional, three story, book. There are more than enough twists and turns in all three stories to keep the reader guessing. The Dog Box Boy- Max tells his friends the story of how he got the nickname, 'the dog box boy'. Through the story, readers will be able to identify with Max's struggle to keep up with the big kids and the right of passage he achieved. The story tells us that sometimes small town people can realize bigtime dreams. Smooth Stones- We meet two people who each have a special gift. They both have used their gift to protect loved ones. Were they right? Were they wrong? Whatever the reason, they were both changed forever. The Road Between Them- An unlikely pair team up to lead us on an uproarious adventure. The circus they work for is nothing like the circus they encounter. And, the road between them is a story in itself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jun 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098315665

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ISBN: 978-1-09831-565-8 (print)

ISBN: 978-1-09831-566-5 (ebook)

For my wife, Jane

Table of Contents

The Dog Box Boy

Smooth Stones

The Road Between Them

The Dog Box Boy

We are riding in a limousine on Vanderbilt St. in New York City. Just ahead I can see the Yale Club on our right. My wife, Jane, and I are attending a New Year’s Eve dinner. There will be good friends, good food, and good music. Jane likes to dance, so I do, too.

Our driver delivers us to the club and we are hustled inside by a light snow. We immediately meet our friends. We are all undergrad and law school alumni. A couple of the guys were also football teammates.

The conversations are non-stop until later in the evening when a turn on the dance floor allows us to catch our breath.

After midnight, when all the kisses and toasts are done, we find a quiet corner table in the lounge.

We just sit down and Bert Miller says, "Hey Max, I met a friend of yours at the Pentagon last week. An officer asked how you were. I said that besides being the most sought after defense attorney in the Eastern United States and a former Yale quarterback, you were doing fine.

Everyone laughs and I chuckle. I notice everyone is listening to Bert. I say, I have two questions, Bert. Who was it? And, what in the world were you doing at the Pentagon?

Bert laughs, Well counselor, I will answer your second question first. Our firm was hired by the military to present current changes in the discrimination laws and the possible ramifications for the military. After our presentation, an Army officer approached and we talked about my bio information and the presentation. I was asked about you and told to say hello to the dog box boy. And, there’s no way I will answer your first question until I hear about the dog box boy.

Everyone in our party, except Jane, wants to know about the dog box boy.

Jane squeezes my arm and says, Go ahead Max, tell them.

I just smile and start, You all know we are from Lewiston, Montana. You also know how long it took for you to smooth down my rough edges during our college years.

One day when I seven years old, soon to turn eight, I was playing outside in my grandmother’s yard. There was a vacant lot next door to her house on W. Virginia Street. Our family always said we were going to West Virginia whenever we visited grandma.

That day there were nine or ten older boys throwing around a football in the lot. They were doing a lot of talking. Then, the talking turned to arguing. They couldn’t decide what to do about the 3ft. tall dog box that sat on the middle of one of the goal lines. The dog had run away about a year earlier. The boys decided the box would be part of the field.

"By this time, I had moved a big pile of dirt with my toy bulldozer while keeping an eye on the football players. I had seen some of these guys when I