Good grief

Nell: If that’s another Merry Dog at the front door tell it to go away.

Me: But it’s wearing a feathered hat.

Nell: Good grief.

Me: It says it always wanted to be in a pantomime and when it read about Robin Woof it had to come here.

Nell: I told David not to do that interview with the Daily Growl.

Me: But it’s raining and it’s getting awfully wet.

Nell: Send it into the kitchen for tea and shortbread with the others then. Malcolm just made a fresh batch.

Me: Malcolm wears his crown all the time now.

Nell: Mutley is the same with his false tummy. It keeps him warm.

Me: We need to warn The Cat about the growing number of Merry Dogs.

Nell: I would advise you to steer clear at the moment. There was a falling out with Gladys over Harriet’s costume.

Me: She’s playing Will Scarlet so it should be a simple tunic.

Nell: We are talking about The Cat here. Simple is not part of its vocabulary.

Me: No. So what is the costume?

Nell: A sequinned jumpsuit in vivid scarlet with a matching hat and feather boa.

Me: Not something an outlaw would normally wear.

Nell: No.

Me: On the other hand it is a pantomime, Nell,

Nell: True and Gladys is usually partial to a feather boa.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Well, I’m sure Charlie will sort it out.

Me: Charlie?

Nell: Yes. He’s agreed to help Gladys.

Me: He’ll be wonderful at smoothing ruffled feathers. See what I did there?

Nell: What on earth is a rabbit doing at the front door? Please don’t tell me it’s wearing a feathered hat.

Me: It is and it looks ever so merry.

Nell: But it isn’t even a dog.

Me: I know. Sorry.

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