National Lost Sock Day

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.

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