Me: Look what I found. Young Nell.
Nell: I was very young in that photo.
Me: You were only 3 months old. Look at your gorgeous face.
Nell: Thank you.
Me: You’ve always been a beauty. I remember the day I first saw you. My darling Nell.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: I’d had that dream about a black Labrador called Nell and there you were.
Nell: Yes, with my sisters Maisie and Daisy.
Me: Yes. The puppies’ mother Maisie. I knew I could only choose one of you.
Nell: Let’s just make this very clear. I chose you.
Me: Yes. That’s what that nice American lady said.
Nell: What American lady?
Me: The one who interviewed me about the book. She loves it.
Nell: Where was I when this was going on?
Me: Downstairs with the others. It was being recorded so I couldn’t risk any noise.
Nell: Noise? You chat away about my book and I’m not included.
Me: To be honest most of the chat was about you and how sassy you are.
Nell: Sassy? I’m not afraid of speaking my mind if that’s what you mean.
Me: Talking of speaking your mind I thought you were a little sharp about Rupert’s velvet jacket. I think it really suits him.
Nell: All I said was that if he wants to be known as Velvet Wolf from now on he is going the right way about it.
Me: Velvet Wolf does sound interesting.
Nell: Stop right now. Rupert is Knitwear Wolf and always will be. No matter how many floozies in diamonds try and convince him otherwise.
Me: If I didn’t know better I would say you were jealous.
Nell: Nonsense. I expect to hear a recording of this interview by the way.
Me: Yes, of course. Sorry.
