Me: The puppies look worried.

Nell: They are feeling a little tired.

Me: It was quite a party.

Nell: Yes, and the responsibility of being two is weighing heavily on David in particular.

Me: Why?

Nell: Well, he’s lost his job for a start.

Me: True. We don’t need a Roofing Liaison Officer without any roofers.

Nell: And Mick Jaguar said Mutley was a cool cat and asked if he would like to come on tour.

Me: Mutley isn’t a cat. He’s a Patterdale terrier.

Nell: That’s not the point. Anyway, to rub salt into the hound Harriet is going back to London with Sally.

Me: Don’t you mean wound not hound?

Nell: No. Everyone knows hounds hate salt. Do keep up.

Me: Oh. Why is Harriet going to London?

Nell: It’s confidential. She’s only going for the day but she doesn’t want to leave David.

Me: Personally, I think Dave would make an excellent spy.

Nell: Charlie agrees but Sally is conflicted.

Me: Oh my goodness. I’ve just realised who M is.

Nell: Finally.

Me: It’s so obvious when you think about it.

Nell: Yes. I am surprised it has taken you this long.

Me: It’s Mutley, isn’t it? M is for Mutley.

Nell: Good grief. No. It’s not Mutley.

Me: It can’t be Harriet?

Nell: No.

Me: Then it’s Sally. M must be Sally.

Nell: Of course M is Sally. It’s always been Sally.

Me: She said she was Charlie’s assistant.

Nell: That’s what we were supposed to believe.

Me: But she deceived me. I bet she doesn’t really wear glasses. Maybe she isn’t even a Golden Retriever.

Nell: Sally is a natural blonde and wears glasses to read. Just like we do. Deceiving you is a piece of steak, by the way.

Me: Don’t you mean cake?

Nell: No.

Me: Sorry.

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