054. Animal

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Jennie had a dog. It had been a birthday present from her father once upon a time after a business trip, and now it was several years old. He was a mid-sized mutt of a hound named Watson. Sherlock would have been too cliché, she said. She liked Watson better, because he worked for his intelligence.

They took walks with Watson. He had never told her about his wanting a pet, but as with most things, she just seemed to know. Those walks were some of the best times he had that year. She loved that dog. And he smiled.