Dave goes to school

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.

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