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.

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