In sinc

We are all in the cabin and I am making dinner
"Theres blood on the carpet" remarks the child 
"Its from the dog," says mummy "she must have cut her paw"
But the child pipes up "maybe it's from her fanny"
I nearly spit my tea across the floor
The dog looks up with loving eyes
"Oh!" Cries mum, "she's blobbing. She's on her period I think"
I bend down
Clasp the dogs sweet head between my hands and whisper
"Eira, were in sinc"