Me: What’s going on?
Nell: The puppies are auditioning for the role of Protectors.
Me: Protectors?
Nell: Yes, Protectors of Kev after his operation. He will need constant surveillance so it’s all paws on deck.
Me: Dave seems to be auditioning without Kev being there at all.
Nell: Yes. I thought I would start him off slowly with some cushions but look at him. Half on the sofa and half off.
Me: I think he’s just trying to be careful, Nell. It’s actually quite a good try.
Nell: No, it isn’t. Look at him climbing right on top of Kev.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. At least he made him laugh.
Nell: I’m not sure he’s supposed to laugh.
Me: You’re right. I’d forgotten. I know Harriet is just resting her head on him but even that might be a little too much at first.
Nell: They are supposed to stay near and not crowd. They have clear instructions. I don’t know why they can’t just follow them.
Me: I’m afraid the puppies are natural snugglers.
Nell: This is going to be a job for the lighter animals.
Me: Do you mean Gladys?
Nell: Are you insane? We don’t want Kev being used as a trampoline. You’ll be suggesting the llamas next.
Me: I wouldn’t be that silly, although they are wearing pyjamas which is rather apt. What about Malcolm?
Nell: Malcolm has lovely manners so he’s a definite possible.
Me: I know Princess is eager to help.
Nell: We can’t have her clapping at Kev all day. He’ll never get any rest.
Me: It’s a seal thing.
Nell: This is a job for Henry and Horst.
Me: What about you?
Nell: I’m Chief Protector of course. I shan’t be leaving his side. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
