She’d rejected Seiko for the dog, he was less of a watch dog, being a golden retriever, than a drooling Gatsby; always on the look out for Daisy, watching her slip past, languidly.
Unfortunately the goldfish kept dying, necessitating their final journey through the plumbing, so Tom preceded Myrtle, followed by Nick, then desperately, Jordan.
This posting was in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 word challenge. This week the prompt is Whimsy. I felt the need to write, didn't feel like writing about real life- sigh, school, men-or lackthereof etc but this filled the need. (Sorry if you saw this a few days ago, I had to change the title.)