Sue: | Are you alright? Why don’t you talk about it? You shouldn’t keep these things inside… What’s wrong? | |
Mrs Smith: | It’s Barney… I’m at my wits’ end… I don’t think I can live with him anymore. I love him, but what can I do? He’s impossible! He’s so messy! It’s terrible when he eats. The food goes everywhere, all over the floor! | |
Sue: | You ought to tell him to be more careful. | |
Mrs Smith: | But I do! But he just looks at me with those big brown eyes! | |
Mrs Smith: | You know what? He smells bad. I’ve no idea what to do about that. | |
Sue: | It’s worth being honest about these things. If I were you, I’d tell him to have a shower every day. | |
Mrs Smith: | A shower! No! I give him a bath every week, but it doesn’t seem to help. | |
Sue: | You give him a bath!? | |
Mrs Smith: | Yes, he likes it… | |
Mrs Smith: | At night, he makes so much noise I can’t sleep! I’m at a loss as to what to do! | |
Sue: | You might find it useful to tell him how you feel. Have you tried talking to him? | |
Mrs Smith: | Well, yes, but… | |
Sue: | What did he say? | |
Mrs Smith: | Say? | |
Sue: | Yes. | |
Mrs Smith: | He didn’t say anything. | |
Sue: | Didn’t he? | |
Mrs Smith: | No, he just barked. He’s a dog. |