Me: Where is Harriet?
Nell: She is having Special Time with Chris. They bonded when she was a tiny little puppy and she treasures her moments with him.
Me: That’s lovely.
Nell: Yes. Sometimes you need a little time alone with someone.
Me: That’s very true.
Nell: And David is extremely pushy.
Me: He’s not aware of his size.
Nell: Not everyone wants a giant Labrador on their laps.
Me: Chris does.
Nell: Yes, I know but it’s Harriet’s time now for Cuddles and Contemplation.
Me: I don’t think Dave does Contemplation.
Nell: He has been known to stare long and hard at a bacon sandwich but that is as far as it goes.
Me: I am so happy to have Chris home. It’s like he’s never been away.
Nell: Yes. Now, although the weather is a little iffy today Chris will still need to go down to the beach. I think lunch overlooking the sea is in order.
Me: Yes. I do my best thinking by the sea.
Nell: Oh dear. I know what you’re like when you have a story in your head. Remember last time? Staring at that whippet.
Me: I was only wondering if there was ever such a thing as a lazy whippet.
Nell: There is. Winifred from the Whippets Institute. She can’t be bothered to chase anything except a cream cake.
Nell: Did David just walk past in dark glasses and a trench coat eating a roast beef sandwich?
Nell: Was he carrying Gladys in my handbag wearing a pair of binoculars?
Me: Yes. I think they are spying on Harriet.
Nell: Well spotted, Sherlock Bones.
Me: Elementary, my dear Watson.
Nell: I beg your pardon? Watson was a Border Terrier. I am a Labrador. Never call me Watson again.
Me: Yes. Sorry.