Nell: Is David washed and brushed and ready to go?
Me: He is waiting downstairs but he looks a bit worried.
Nell: He is going to school whether he likes it or not.
Me: Yes.
Nell: He has to learn that life cannot only be about tap dancing, sequins and Sally.
Me: Yes.
Nell: I have repeatedly told him to work on his recall skills and he has refused.
Me: Actually, they are a little better.
Nell: The animal doesn’t listen. There is no point in sugar coating it. We need professional help.
Me: Thank goodness for Jemma at the Dog’s Trust.
Nell: Exactly. Now, Poppy has made him a packed lunch. He is allowed plain treats and special treats so we thought savoury homemade biscuits for plain and grilled sausages for special.
Me: Good idea.
Nell: He wanted ham sandwiches with the crusts off and Poppy’s scones for afters but I said no.
Me: Quite right.
Nell: He can have a scone when he gets home.
Me: You old softie.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Under that gruff exterior you are like a squishy marshmallow.
Nell: A squishy marshmallow? I worry about you sometimes. Now, David needs two of his favourite toys and a soft blanket.
Me: He’s only going for a short time.
Nell: Just pack his things and don’t argue.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
