Gwen went to the market that morning determined to get a pet for herself. She really needs a companion, a good one for that matter.
When she got to the market she went to the animal section and saw beautiful pets on display. She moved from one corner of the market to another and finally settled for a dog.
Getting one was not really an easy one. She saw the aggressive ones but a few inquires from their owners made her move away from that. She then saw the lovely and playful ones which she then paid for and got one.
At home she gave it the name whiskey. Whiskey appeared to be the lovely and playful type. Having stayed with it for three weeks became more relaxed with it.
However, that fateful day, whiskey started out from the apartment and into the street. Rain fell heavily and whiskey was fully drenched, poor thing. And by the time Gwen located it whiskey had been soaked heavily.
Prompt of the Day
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