Good News

Me: I love the way you dogs always seem to find the sunshine.

Nell: Yes, I like to look on the bright side whenever possible.

Me: I was talking literally and I’m not sure that’s true, by the way. You can be a right old Eeyore when you want to be.

Nell: Less of the old, please.

Me: Poppy seems extremely contented on her cushions.

Nell: The Stuffed Tiger still hasn’t moved so she’s biding her time.

Me: Do you think she might attack?

Nell: Let’s just say her sword is under one of those cushions.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Anyway, we have some good news to tell everyone today.

Me: We do.

Nell: You received a letter from the hospital telling you that the skin they removed during the wide excision in November has been examined by the pathologists and shows no sign of any residual cancer.

Me: Yes. So, now it is just regular check ups and monitoring of any suspicious moles or marks.

Nell: Which is a huge relief to us all.

Me: It certainly is and I’m so thankful for the kind messages of support. I can’t begin to tell you how much it helped to know you were all behind me.

Nell: We love you.

Me: And I love you all too.

Nell: Enough of that. Did you notice a Jack Russell terrier in the field?

Me: No. Was it gliding?

Nell: Jack Russells don’t glide.

Me: Gladys says anyone can glide. Even you.

Nell: Don’t be silly. Anyway, this Jack Russell will probably be wearing a cap and carrying a notebook.

Me: I never go anywhere without mine.

Nell: You don’t own a cap.

Me: I meant the notebook.

Nell: I know. It’s snooping for the Daily Growl. Report any sightings.

Me: Yes. Sorry.