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.
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.
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?
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?