Me: Poor darling Harriet. How did it happen?
Nell: Reckless dashing around with David.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: Resulting in a torn claw and copious amounts of blood.
Me: Yes, I walked into that.
Nell: Kev and I were dealing with it. He was calling the vet and I was trying to calm everyone down.
Me: There was an awful lot of running around.
Nell: Of course there was. Harriet was injured and David was distraught.
Me: Harriet was in a lot of pain. Dreadful.
Nell: They have removed it now so all is well. You need to stop fussing.
Me: I can’t help it. My poor little girl.
Nell: David sang to her last night, you know.
Me: He did?
Nell: It was tuneless of course and done with way too much emotion. I had to cover my ears.
Me: He is filled with so much love for his sister that it just floods out of him. It’s adorable.
Nell: Honestly there you go again. It’s no wonder the puppies are emotional.
Me: They have a close bond. I love that. He didn’t know what to do with himself while she was at the vets.
Nell: I didn’t know what to do with myself while you were at your wretched writing weekend but you didn’t see me tearing my fur out.
Me: Did you miss me, Nell?
Nell: I might have done.
Me: You did. I wonder if you would sing to me if I was injured.
Nell: Stop right now. I’ve told you before. Quit while you are ahead.