Down on the beach

Me: The light was so beautiful down on the beach, wasn’t it?

Nell: Yes.

Me: The magical glow of a setting sun.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: Our little island in the distance and the sound of you all splashing in the sea.

Nell: Splashing in the sea? That’s not very poetic.

Me: I couldn’t think of anything else.

Nell: Anyway, we were retrieving. Well, Harriet and I were. David was chasing seagulls and making new friends.

Me: He does love a new friend.

Nell: The Jack Russell twins were not impressed.

Me: He bounced them.

Nell: Yes. I’ve been trying to explain that a gentle approach is advisable. One should stroll calmly up to a new friend and introduce oneself with a slight wag of the tail.

Me: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dave stroll calmly.

Nell: No. He is more of a rush and bounce Labrador.

Me: He is only 18 months.

Nell: True.

Me: I don’t think I want him to change. Imagine a quiet, reserved Dave in a cape and deerstalker.

Nell: Why on earth would he be wearing a cape? He’s not Sherlock Bones.

Me: You mean Sherlock Holmes.

Nell: No, I don’t. Sherlock Bones is an extremely clever Lurcher. He lives on Dartmoor with his friend and colleague Doctor Foxhound.

Me: How do you know him?

Nell: He and I had a brief encounter many moons ago. He refers to me as “The Labrador”.

Me: How intriguing.

Nell: Yes. Now stop letting your imagination run away with you. Sherlock and I are history.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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