Nell is in a Huff

Me: Is there anything wrong?

Nell: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Me: You’re sitting on that cushion in an extremely huffy sort of way.

Nell: I am not in a huff. I am deeply disappointed.

Me: Did someone burn the toast?

Nell: Have you seen today’s Daily Growl?

Me: No. Why?

Nell: I’d turn to page 5 if I were you. There’s a rather interesting photo of a certain someone with a new friend.

Me: Knitwear Wolf hasn’t finally moved on, has he? I warned you he wouldn’t wait for ever.

Nell: Rupert has nothing to do with this. The culprit is far closer to home.

Me: Let me see.

Nell: Help yourself.

Me: That’s a photo of me on the beach.

Nell: Yes.

Me: It was the day I met that sweet elderly dog.

Nell: We can all see how sweet it is, thank you.

Me: It was such a dear old thing and so friendly.

Nell: You two certainly seem to have bonded.

Me: I wonder who took the photo.

Nell: Beefy reporters are everywhere.

Me: Why?

Nell: Read the caption.

Me: ‘Writer Sara Martin pictured on Bantham Beach with a new friend. No sign of faithful companion, Nell, however. Has she been replaced?’

Nell: Exactly.

Me: That’s complete and utter nonsense. You’ll have been there, Nell. I’m sure that’s Dave in the background.

Nell: Meeting other dogs behind my back.

Me: Don’t be silly. Someone is simply trying to wind you up and it looks like they were successful.

Nell: You never say I’m sweet.

Me: That’s because you’re not. You’re opinionated and bossy and unbelievably stubborn but you’re incredibly wise and supportive and I love you more than words can say. I’d be lost without you. Stop being such a silly sausage.

Nell: Sorry.

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