Catching up on November notes...in February...

Setting: Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend. 

Characters: 

Kim: The Girl.

Nina: 16 year old jack russell. Perpetually perturbed. 

Carrie Bradshaw: 5 years old. Bichon/poodle thing. Perpetually fluffy. 

Carrie Bradshaw: You never did tell us what you bought us at Black Friday.

Kim: Nothing.

Nina: (startled from sleep) What the??!

Carrie Bradshaw: She's holding out I'll bet.

Nina: Ugh. That Santa story again?

Kim: No, I swear. I bought you nothing. There is tripe in the freezer, and you two have plenty of toys.

Carrie Bradshaw: (in a huff) Fret fret fret fret...

Nina: (stoic) Remind us why we didn't get to go this year...

Carrie Bradshaw: (pacing) 'Splain yourself, Girl.

Nina: (to Carrie Bradshaw) Julie got to go shopping.

Kim: (beat) You know my landlord's name...but not mine.

Carrie Bradshaw: We do too! Your name is Girl!
 
          Long pause...

Nina: I will bet you this has something to do with the reason we got nothing....

Kim: (to Nina) You had another seizure, so I left you to sleep while I went to the mall. (to Carrie Bradshaw) I left YOU with HER so SHE wouldn't be alone.

Carrie Bradshaw: (to Nina) YOU and your "seashores." (to Kim) What was the mall like? For Black Friday.

Kim: Like some weird Grad Night thing... with better food. All the lights were up, and the people were walking around with their shoes off and in their pajamas at the mall...weird. (exits)

Nina: (to Carrie Bradshaw) We really need to figure out her name....

 ©2013

*Please refer to the introduction post in this blog for explanation and inspiration behind this blog. Basically, 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. And Carrie Bradshaw simply goes by her full name.