No swimming

Me: What are you doing in this photo, Nell?

Nell: Just a little walk along the beach.

Me: You are in the sea.

Nell: Only slightly.

Me: The vet said no swimming.

Nell: I wasn’t swimming. It was paddling. Cooling my paws.

Me: You are very naughty.

Nell: I am not a puppy. There is no need to talk to me like that.

Me: You told me you would listen to the vet.

Nell: My ears remained dry at all times.

Me: I don’t think you should go to the beach at all if you can’t be trusted.

Nell: You cannot deny me the right to fresh air. It is my only joy in life. I live for the beach.

Me: Rubbish. 

Nell: They send people to the seaside you know to get well. The salty sea air gives them strength.

Me: I know.

Nell: A labrador cannot live on bread alone.

Me: What are you talking about?

Nell:  Anyway, someone threw my ball into the sea.

Me: They did?

Nell: Yes. I am a Labrador retriever. What are we conditioned to do?

Me: Retrieve.

Nell: Just following my instincts.

Me: I suppose so.

Nell: Completely blameless.

Me: I’m not sure that’s true.

Nell: This is making me awfully tired and I am not well. 

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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