Nell: I blame you.
Me: Well, that’s not very kind.
Nell: Pretending we were going somewhere nice and then taking me to the vets where I am manhandled in a car park.
Me: Kev was there you know.
Nell: I could tell he wasn’t happy either.
Me: You know you are very achy, Nell, and Chloe is going to help you. She is a physiotherapist.
Nell: You discussed my eating habits.
Me: You only have to lose a couple of kilos.
Nell: In a car park.
Me: They have to do the chatting outside, Nell. It’s because of COVID19.
Nell: But that wasn’t enough, was it?
Me: No.
Nell: I was led into a strange box and made to walk on a floor that moved.
Me: It was a treadmill and Chloe was with you all the time.
Nell: You watched through the window.
Me: I know.
Nell: And the box filled with water like one of those scary rides at Disney World.
Me: You’ve never even been to Disney World.
Nell: That’s as maybe, but you know what I mean.
Me: The water only came up to your ankles, Nell.
Nell: We dogs have hocks not ankles.
Me: Anyway, Chloe just wanted you to get a feel for it so you aren’t surprised when you go next time for your proper therapy.
Nell: Did you just say ‘next time’?
Me: This is something you are going to need to do regularly until you are more comfortable.
Nell: Will there be lasering?
Me: Yes. Do you remember how much better you felt afterwards? You were running around like a spring chicken.
Nell: I felt better because it was over and I am certainly not a chicken.
Me: No.
Nell: So when is the next time, then?
Me: This afternoon. Sorry.
