On the Eve of Carrie Bradshaw's birthday... (the DOG Carrie Bradshaw... the bichon frise poodle DOG...)

Setting: Home.

Characters: 
Kim: The Girl.          

Carrie Bradshaw: Bichon Frise/Poodle mix. Six years old. Or something like that.
Nina: Sixteen years old. Jack russell. Or something like that.

Kim:  Congratulations, Carrie Bradshaw. Tomorrow is your birthday.

Carrie Bradshaw:  (wags tail) Excellent. I want a chew toy and a new blanket and a charm for my collar and a new leash and a pony-

Kim: You'll be six.

Carrie Bradshaw: (horrified) I don't wanna be sick!

Kim: Six years.

Carrie Bradshaw: I don't wanna be sick for years and years!

Nina: (waking up startled) What-what-?? What's this about being sick? Who's sick? Leave the vet out of this- I feel fine!

Carrie Bradshaw: Tomorrow is my birthday! I'm gonna be sick!

Nina: (suspiciously) Who said?

Carrie Bradshaw: She did. The Girl.

Nina:  Oh. Well. Good luck with that. As long as it's not me. (starts to paw at blanket again on dog bed)

Carrie Bradshaw: I don't wanna have a seashore! I'm too cute to have seashores!

Nina: How dare you. I'm cute and I have seizures! (lies down)

Carrie Bradshaw: But you're old!

Nina: (dryly) I prefer to think of myself as aged. Like wine.

Kim: Come to think of it Carrie Bradshaw, you DO whine a lot...

Carrie Bradshaw: What. Ever. Tomorrow's my birthday and I refuse to grow old and be sick.

Fade as the "aged" jack russell and Kim watch Carrie Bradshaw chase a piece of fluff being blown by the fan....