Nora: So, I was wondering if I could leave a little early today.
Boss: What's up?
Nora: Well, I feel silly saying this, but it's my dog.
Boss: You have a dog?
Nora: I do. She's pretty old.
Boss: How old is she?
Nora: 14. And...
Nora: Yes. She was my mom's dog, and now she's mine.
Boss: Why is she yours?
Nora: Because when my mom died she came to me. Anyway...
Boss: Aw. What kind of dog?
Nora: *makes approximate Daisy shape with hands* Small. A rat terrier.
Nora: Yes. And she wasn't quite sick this morning, but she was not herself.
Nora: No. And I'm just worried about her because she's old. It's probably the heat, but...
Boss: Go! Go!