Fretful fits...

Setting: Kona.

Characters:
Kim:The Girl.
Nina: Jack russell.. Fifteen.
Carrie Bradshaw: Fluffy.





    Carrie Bradshaw snoozing on couch. Nina sitting, standing, sitting, nibbling on foot, pacing...

Nina: Fret fret fret fret...

Kim: (slightly exasperated) What now?

Nina: I'm on an island! This was NOT in the plan!

Kim: (softly) I know. And I'm sorry. Things haven't been easy for me here either.

Nina: (pause) Is that an admission of guilt?

Kim: Of sorts. I admit I feel guilty for bringing you here. You had better quality vet care on the mainland.

Nina: (sits down, cocks head to one side) Finally. A little validation.

Kim: (sigh) It's not easy. But I'm trying.

Carrie Bradshaw: Tripe?? Where? Where?

Kim: Not tripe. Trying. I'm "trying."

Carrie Bradshaw: (indignant) I don't think so! Who said you were trying? Is Nina insulting you again?

Nina: How did I end up the bad guy? 

Kim: No one is the bad guy! Carrie, go back to sleep.

Carrie Bradshaw: (huffy) You always take her side.

Nina: Quiet "Fluffy."

Carrie Bradshaw: (yawning) I had a haircut. Fluffy is skin deep.

Nina: (to Kim) It could be worse.

Kim: How so?

Nina: She could have had puppies at one point.

Carrie Bradshaw: (half asleep) Hey! I resemble that!

Kim and Nina: (so done) Quiet "Fluffy!"

Blackout

*Please refer to the introduction post in this blog for explanation and inspiration behind  this blog. As Nina gets older, she develops various medical problems; the more carefully I listen to what she tries to tell me, the more I can explain to the vet what is happening.