Me: Harriet had the best time on the dog beach. Just swimming and dancing in the evening sun.
Nell: Dancing?
Me: Yes. Haven’t you noticed that Harriet dances when she’s happy?
Nell: I suppose she does.
Me: We were all happy. Soft sand, warm water. Poppy even paddled.
Nell: Yes, it was all going really well until someone threw a mackerel at us.
Me: That wasn’t so nice.
Nell: And then I noticed the paddle boarders.
Me: Knitwear Wolf is teaching Gladys and Alejandro.
Nell: They were all wearing knitted beanies. I’ve got used to Rupert’s eccentricities in the Knitwear department and Alejandro can cope with a hat but Gladys was dwarfed by hers.
Me: It was a lovely colour. A sort of dusky pink. It complimented her black fur.
Nell: Everyone else was wearing their wetsuits. Why do they have to draw attention to themselves?
Me: To be honest Nell, a wolf, an alpaca and a black Pomeranian paddle boarding was bound to raise a few eyebrows.
Nell: And what were the Welsh corgis doing on the cliff top. Lined up like that.
Me: Singing.
Nell: Who has choir practice on a cliff?
Me: Myfanwy told Poppy they like to sing with a view.
Nell: They were all wearing cardigans.
Me: It’s part of The Cat’s new fashion line. Their names are sequinned on the back.
Nell: I suppose it avoids any accidental cardigan confusion.
Me: Yes.
Nell: My friend Pamela had her pashmina taken by a poodle after Book Club recently. It swore it was by mistake but Pamela has her doubts. It looked a little sly.
Me: Maybe the sequins are a good idea then.
Nell: Yes. They are The Cat’s USP after all.
Me: Unique Selling Point?
Nell: No. Unbelievable Sequin Passion.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
