By Michael Brodin
A month after the accident that killed both her husband and dog, Rebecca was surprised to find she missed the dog most. So she called her sister: “There’s something wrong with me, right? There has to be something really wrong with me.”
“Nonsense! Poopsie was a sweetheart.”
“I know.”
“And Sidney…well, Sidney…”
“…was a son of a bitch.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“What am I going to do? I’m so lonely.”
“Two thoughts. One, you can have my Saul after I divorce him. You know he always liked you.”
“And number two?”
“Get another Schnauzer.”
Love this story
Somewhere, this scenario is, or has been, played out.
Excellent flash. I love it.
Michael, you are always entertaining.
I think she’d want the Schnauzer first!