A Mountain Dog in all but name

Me: Dave is hiding in the living room.

Nell: Yes, he’s fallen out with Sally and decided to become a recluse. He’ll be over it by lunchtime.

Me: What happened?

Nell: It’s Rhu’s fault.

Me: You mean Rhubarb the beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog from Toronto?

Nell: Yes. I don’t know why you always give her that long title.

Me: Neither do I.

Nell: Anyway, she’s invited him to the Mountain Dog conference and he’s thinking of going.

Me: He isn’t a Mountain Dog.

Nell: No. But he qualifies in all but name.

Me: So Sally doesn’t like them being friends?

Nell: Not really, although it’s Rhu and Harriet who write to each other.

Me: Harriet could never be a Mountain Dog.

Nell: She doesn’t want to be one. You can have friends who aren’t the same as you, you know.

Me: Yes.

Nell: The world is a wonderful place. Full of diversity and we should embrace it.

Me: I completely agree. Look at Gladys and Alejandro.

Nell: I’d rather not. They fell asleep in the Guacamole last night and are in an awful mess.

Me: I did enjoy the celebrations for Dave’s book. Why Mexican?

Nell: One of the first meals David ate by mistake was a large bowl of chilli con carne.

Me: I see.

Nell: And The Cat had a box full of sombreros going to waste.

Me: Mutley was in fine form. Singing ‘Guantanamera’ with the Welsh corgis.

Nell: Yes, hard to believe it’s his 16th birthday tomorrow.

Me: Another party then?

Nell: Yes, and Jonathan Sky will be 3 on Thursday.

Me: I wish I could be there with him.

Nell: You’re seeing him in October. Now come and clear the garden. Mutley has requested a bouncy castle and there are sombreros everywhere.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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