Fleur bounded up the stairs, although she is used to a one story house, but that didn't matter because there were new sniffs to enjoy, a dish of water and even a bite of chicken. I've known her since she was a pup, and although it was her baby sitter not her mistress who brought her over. Her mistress was off on holiday.
However, our conversation must have bored her, for she decided that a nap was in order. As for the name, I can't look at her without thinking of Galsworthy or Susan Hampshire, who never napped on my couch.
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