Nell: Who is that?
Me: It’s Little Ollie. Tony sent me some photos.
Nell: My goodness that puppy has grown.
Me: Yes. Isn’t he adorable?
Nell: He has a distinct touch of the scallywag about him.
Me: He certainly looks mischievous.
Nell: He’ll be breaking a few hearts in no time with looks like those. I’m relieved to see he isn’t wearing a bandana.
Me: I’m sure Dave can lend him one. He has several.
Nell: Did you know that David has a fan club?
Me: I didn’t know.
Nell: Oh yes. Run by a rather giggly Red Setter called Ruby. David was signing autographs just now.
Me: Before breakfast?
Nell: Quite. There’s a time and a place for that kind of thing and it is certainly not until after one has enjoyed a cup of Earl Grey and a softly boiled egg.
Me: I couldn’t agree more. Did Knitwear Wolf find you?
Nell: I didn’t know he was looking for me.
Me: He brought a soft blanket for Charlie.
Nell: That’s very kind of him. Charlie hasn’t been feeling his best I’m afraid and Rupert was kind enough to offer his help.
Me: Well, he was wearing a beautiful long knitted coat today. Very dashing.
Nell: I’m sure the Welsh corgis are behind it. You never see them without their knitting needles.
Me: Or bandanas.
Nell: How do you know?
Me: They’re outside the house singing.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Dave and his ensemble seem to be giving an impromptu performance.
Nell: What do you mean ensemble? Is that Mutley in the top hat?
Me: Gosh. I never knew Mutley could juggle. He can hardly see.
Nell: Those aren’t my soft boiled eggs, are they? I haven’t had my breakfast yet.
Me: Yes, and Mutley just dropped one. Sorry.
