Nell: Well, that’s the limit.
Me: What’s the matter?
Nell: David suggested I might like to talk things through with him.
Me: That’s an excellent suggestion. Dave is a trained counsellor.
Nell: I’m not sure I would go that far.
Me: Was he in the garage?
Nell: No, he was in the yellow chair.
Me: I see.
Nell: He said he had an unexpected one hour window and could fit me in immediately.
Me: He has an awful lot of clients. One probably cancelled at the last minute.
Nell: They only come for the cuddles, you know.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. His cuddles are the best.
Nell: I don’t want a cuddle. I’m not the cuddling sort.
Me: He’s an awfully good listener too, Nell, and you only have to pay him in bacon sandwiches.
Nell: Being a good listener does not mean drifting off to sleep.
Me: Oh dear. What happened?
Nell: I was pouring my heart out when I noticed his eyes glazing over.
Me: Are you sure he wasn’t just concentrating really hard?
Nell: And the next minute they were closed.
Me: Maybe he was just resting his eyes. Kev does that a lot.
Nell: He was snoring.
Me: Kev does that too.
Nell: While you are talking to him?
Me: Not usually, but Dave leads a very busy life.
Nell: He does not.
Me: And we went for an exceptionally long walk on the beach.
Nell: Falling asleep during a counselling session is completely unacceptable.
Me: It’s not best paw forward.
Nell: I shan’t be going back.
Me: That’s a shame. Talking can really help.
Nell: The cheeky animal asked me to leave a bacon sandwich in his bowl.
Me: It’s the agreed fee.
Nell: I’m not paying him to sleep.
Me: No. Sorry.
