Nawwab and I: Il pleure dans mon coeur

N: Il pleure dans mon cœur

t: That is what CJ just said

N: She was quoting Paul Verlaine

t: I know

N: Il pleure dans mon cœur

Comme il pleut sur la ville ;

Quelle est cette langueur

Qui pénètre mon cœur ?

t: CJ responded to my alwidah.

N: Alwidah?

t: No, not that but the other one.

N: The post script one?

t: Pathos and stealthily creeping bathos

N: You and the minimalist streak of yours

t: I will take that as a compliment.

N: Why sad moments overwhelm happy times

t: Rhetorical, my dear Nawwab. Glass...

N: ... half full, half empty

t: Now you are barking...er talking like a poet.

N: When are you feeding me: Oh, not till sunset. 

N: Woof woof, I am a dog not a delusional Muslim.

t: Delusional? You don't fast in Ramadan?

N: Religion is for weaker life forms.

t: Did you ever fall in love Nawwab?

N: No, that is not an animal trait.

t: You have no idea.

N: Now you want to teach me?

t: ma'af kijiaye, gustakhi ho gaee

N: You are the one...

t: ab kiya kiya hum nay?

N: You told your brother to observe 12 hour fasts

t: What is wrong with that...16 or 18 hour fasts are unintended.

N: Your father's observation is correct. You are writing the 31st chapter.

t: Naoozobillah?

N: Don't call me billah!

t: Don't push my buttons. You will never see another hydrant

N: Trust a human being to blackmail

t: Now you're listening

N: Go, cry in the wilderness and don't own up, blame the rain.

t: Don't be so comprehension challenged.I expect better from dogs