Nell: Nice photo with the judges. It seems David did well at the Dog Show yesterday. He was exhausted when he got home.
Me: Yes. He entered several categories, including Best Puppy. He didn’t win any of them, but he was the audience’s favourite and was so good he earned a Well Done rosette.
Nell: I am pleased. Winning isn’t everything. I understand the size issue in the Puppy class but surely they could see his impeccable pedigree.
Me: Yes. There was stiff competition, particularly from a pair of poodles. He struggled a little in the obedience class I am afraid.
Nell: What obedience skills did he display?
Me: Well, Kev asked him to sit and then he ate a piece of sausage.
Nell: He ate a piece of sausage?
Me: Yes. We didn’t have any treats so a kind lady offered him some of her sausage.
Nell: Eating a sausage isn’t a skill.
Me: Kev bowed and everyone clapped.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: He was ever so popular. He loved it.
Nell: Was he wearing a hat?
Me: No, we thought it best to leave it at home.
Nell: Thank goodness.
Me: You might like to come too next year. We could enter you in the veteran’s class.
Nell: I beg your pardon.
Me: 7 years and over.
Nell: I think not. Do you know where my scarf is? I’m having lunch with Siegfried. He drives a Mercedes C- Class Cabriolet so we may have the roof down. I don’t want to spoil my hair.
Me: I didn’t know you knew about cars. His one sounds a bit flashy. Are you on first name terms with Herr Schaeferhund now?
Nell: I am. Do you have a problem with that? Of course I know about cars. What do you think Matt Le Blanc and I talk about when he calls?
Me: I thought you were just Friends. Sorry.
