Me: I was very taken with Sasha at lunch yesterday.

Nell: I know you were.

Me: She reminded me so much of my first dog Santa.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Santa was like a mother to my sisters and I when we were growing up. She would take us to the park and let us crawl over her. I still miss her.

Nell: They live on in our hearts.

Me: Yes, they do.

Nell: Sasha is a rescue, of course.

Me: Yes. She was run over in Turkey and abandoned badly injured.

Nell: Fortunately that charity Happy Paws rescued her and brought her over to England. She still limps but she doesn’t make a fuss.

Me: No. She has a sunny disposition like Sally. You can see she is very happy living down here in Devon with her kind owner.

Nell: Yes. I was given a treat, you know.

Me: I do know. An undeserved treat as you barked loudly at that terrier.

Nell: It invaded my personal space.

Me: Sasha is so much like Santa.

Nell: Santa is watching over you. She is a Guardian. I’ve told you this before. When we leave we never really do.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Anyway, let me give you an update on the cafe.

Me: Yes.

Nell: The Cat has agreed to sequin edged tablecloths. They should look like waves.

Me: Good.

Nell: Ron Gilbert and the Australian cattle dogs are on course with the renovations after that little hiccup. They’ve decided to take down a wall to open it up as we need a larger space.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Gladys has been promoted to site manager. Ron collects her every morning in her pumpkin and she watches over proceedings.

Me: I suppose the pumpkin lid functions as a hard hat, not that it’s needed.

Nell: Have you no thought for Health and Safety? Of course hard hats have to be worn at all times. You can’t use a pumpkin lid. Whatever next?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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