Happiness is

Me: Happiness is an interesting thing, isn’t it?

Nell: Here we go.

Me: You love to go down to the beach.

Nell: Yes, I do.

Me: But it’s a controlled sort of happiness.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: A gentle amble, sand under your paws, sniff the seaweed sort of feeling.

Nell: Yes, I suppose it is.

Me: You could just as easily be by the river. In fact I think you enjoy paddling in the river more.

Nell: I like the fact that I can cool my paws while drinking the cool, clear water.

Me: And our river walk is near the Garden Centre so there’s usually time for tea and a slice of cake.

Nell: Life is always better with cake.

Me: For Harriet going to the beach is her absolute heaven. It’s an ears back, paw raised, big smile happiness.

Nell: Yes.

Me: It’s a dashing into the sea, chasing the Beefies, surfing the waves kind of joy.

Nell: Harriet certainly loves the sea.

Me: It’s like her home. She sings all the way there.

Nell: I wish she wouldn’t do that.

Me: It is a little screechy.

Nell: And David doesn’t have to join in.

Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy sort of hums. It’s adorable.

Nell: If you say so.

Me: I’m sure Harriet is really a merdog.

Nell: There’s no such thing.

Me: You don’t know that.

Nell: I most certainly do. Stop getting carried away.

Me: I bet Arctic Bob has seen a few merdogs in his time as a travelling walrus.

Nell: Don’t go bothering Arctic Bob with your nonsense. He’s enjoying a mackerel breakfast.

Me: A mackerel breakfast is probably Arctic Bob’s idea of happiness.

Nell: Only if he’s allowed to eat it in peace.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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