Me: I’m glad you’re home.
Nell: So am I.
Me: Dave and Harriet hate it when you go to the vets for your massage and injection. They were on alert the whole time waiting for you.
Nell: I could do without the fuss and bother.
Me: No you couldn’t, Nell. It helps your arthritis.
Nell: Sticking needles in me and pulling my legs around.
Me: You lie on a warm mat and usually go to sleep. Chloe is always gentle with you.
Nell: I was talking about the nurse.
Me: She was pleased with you. You’ve lost a whole kilo.
Nell: I blame that Notorious Vegetarian James Beddall.
Me: He wasn’t anywhere near the vets.
Nell: All those salads and vegetables I’m being forced to eat.
Me: You love them.
Nell: What’s wrong with a nice fillet steak and chips?
Me: Not happening.
Nell: Or sausage and mash?
Me: Nope.
Nell: I’m having a Yorkshire pudding with my roast beef on Sunday and gravy.
Me: Sunday is different.
Nell: I told Rupert the soft summer cardigan he gave me will probably be too big.
Me: No, it won’t.
Nell: My dinner yesterday was green beans and a few biscuits.
Me: You love green beans.
Nell: With a nice piece of fresh fish and some buttered new potatoes.
Me: You can have the fish, but no potatoes.
Nell: Well, I’m having afternoon tea with The Cat today and you can’t stop me.
Me: Try to steer clear of the scones and cakes, please.
Nell: I’m doing nothing of the sort. If a senior labrador can’t enjoy the odd scone in her old age then what is the world coming to?
Me: I’m trying to keep you safe and well, Nell.
Nell: Life is not life without treats.
Me: You’re right. Sorry.
