Special Time

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.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Did David just walk past in dark glasses and a trench coat eating a roast beef sandwich?

Me: Yes.

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.

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