Poppy stays strong

Nell: Well, Poppy certainly deserves that bone.

Me: Yes, poor little thing.

Nell: Harriet is wearing herself out watching over everyone. First David and the poncho and now Poppy and her knee.

Me: What happened?

Nell: David accidentally barged into Poppy on his way down from the top garden.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: He definitely didn’t mean to, he was just being enthusiastic. Unfortunately Poppy tripped and her knee popped out.

Me: I heard her scream. It was awful.

Nell: Yes. David nearly fainted but Poppy stayed strong.

Me: Does she have to have an operation?

Nell: Hopefully not. The vets are expecting it to pop back in. But no walks for a week.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Quite. At least we have Chris’s visit to keep her busy. She was up with a bark making scones.

Me: Don’t you mean up with the lark?

Nell: Certainly not. I know we have a flamingo, a seagull, and a turkey staying with us.

Me: That’s not what I meant.

Nell: Not to mention Walter Pigeon and those wretched Beaky Blinders with their knitted socks.

Me: It’s just a saying.

Nell: And the Beefies, of course, who have started wearing knitted waistcoats for some reason, but I don’t remember any larks.

Me: Never mind.

Nell: You say the oddest things sometimes. Larks indeed. How fanciful. Now, where was I?

Me: You were talking about Poppy baking scones.

Nell: Yes. Chris will need a roast dinner, of course, so Poppy thought chicken. Turkey would be insensitive. We have Timothy to consider.

Me: I can’t wait to see Chris. I’m so excited.

Nell: Yes. We all are.

Me: He won’t have to wear a poncho, will he?

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous. Chris doesn’t do sequins. He’s not Anton du Bark. Good grief.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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