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.

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