Me: Goodness me. You Labradors are tired.
Nell: I think you will find Poppy has joined us for a nap too.
Me: Oh yes. I didn’t see her at the back.
Nell: All this roofing is getting us down. Bang, bang, bang. All day long.
Me: It’s only just started. I must say I am finding writing quite difficult.
Nell: Fortunately we have other things on our minds.
Me: You do?
Nell: Yes. Today is National Lost Sock Day.
Me: You are making it up.
Nell: I am not. It is a day most dogs like to celebrate. There is nothing more enjoyable than a lost sock.
Me: I don’t think Kev would agree with you.
Nell: Yes. He can be a little tetchy.
Me: That’s because you lot keep stealing his socks.
Nell: Stealing is a little harsh. When a sock looks lost a Labrador feels bound to rescue it.
Me: And tear it to pieces. How are you celebrating?
Nell: I’m afraid I can’t tell you but it involves David, Gladys and my handbag.
Me: You haven’t found out where Kev has hidden his socks, have you?
Nell: I couldn’t possibly say.
Me: If you think Dave can throw Gladys up onto the top shelf in your handbag you are very much mistaken.
Nell: I’m sure I am.
Me: And if you think Gladys can hide the socks in your handbag you have got another think coming.
Nell: Works every time.
Me: What does?
Nell: I knew you would come up with answer.
Me: Wait a minute. Where is Dave going with your handbag?
Nell: Nowhere.
Me: Kev will be furious.
Nell: C’est la vie.
Me: It’s not life, Nell. You tricked me into giving it away.
Nell: I am only joking. David is taking Gladys over to The Cat’s for a game of Scrabble. As if we would steal Kev’s socks.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
