Nell: So when will you be home?

Me: Late afternoon. Are you coming with Kev to collect me?

Nell: Of course. Did you learn anything new while you were away?

Me: Yes. Did you know Belgians aren’t keen on negotiating?

Nell: Are we talking about the Belgian Malinois, or the Belgian Shepherd?

Me: I’m not sure. How is Hamish managing without his sporran?

Nell: Myfanwy has taken him under her paw. He was a guest soloist at Morning Songs.

Me: With the Welsh corgi choir?

Nell: Yes. It’s Sunday. Hamish isn’t a singer so he joined Gladys in a Highland Fling while the choir sang ‘I love a Lassie’.

Me: I see what you did there.

Nell: One of the Beefies tried to join in on the bagpipes but a well aimed scone soon put a stop to it.

Me: Poppy?

Nell: No. Knitwear Wolf. He has taken to wearing a kilt and I must say it really suits him.

Me: I can imagine.

Nell: David’s kilt is in the Anderson tartan but Sally refused to let him wear his sequinned waistcoat.

Me: It’s a shame Sally won’t let him wear what he wants. That’s not like her.

Nell: Yes. To be honest we’re all finding Sally rather difficult.

Me: Really?

Nell: She seems like a different dog.

Me: Has she been speaking Swedish?

Nell: No. Only a little Spanish with Alejandro.

Me: You don’t think she could be expecting, do you?

Nell: Expecting what? Personally I never know what to expect.

Me: I meant expecting the patter of tiny feet.

Nell: Are you referring to Gladys, or a corgi?

Me: I’m talking about puppies. Her puppies. Well, hers and Dave’s I suppose.

Nell: What? David would never take advantage of Sally. He is an honourable boy.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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