Me: ‘Robin Woof, Robin Woof running through the waves.’
Nell: Do stop. I don’t mind if I never hear that song again.
Me: ‘Robin Woof, Robin Woof, also known as Dave.’
Nell: That’s enough now.
Me: It’s storming up the iChews charts. Everyone is singing it.
Nell: Gladys said she was in Walbarks this morning and heard it being played.
Me: Really?
Nell: And I was in the chilled food section at Barks and Spencer when an elderly pug broke into song. Most disconcerting.
Me: Did you say you knew Robin personally?
Nell: Of course I didn’t. I don’t go around courting publicity like some.
Me: Who’s doing that?
Nell: The Cat. Have you seen its latest outfit?
Me: No.
Nell: A diamond tiara and a velvet cloak. It’s handing out business cards to everyone.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: It’s calling itself ‘Designer to the stars.’
Me: Well, it designed all the costumes.
Nell: For a local pantomime not a Hollywood blockbuster.
Me: I think it’s fun.
Nell: David is never seen in public now without his feathered hat.
Me: Bless him.
Nell: Or a huge chorus of Merry Dogs.
Me: That’s a little more awkward.
Nell: Why do they all have to congregate here?
Me: This is the home of Robin Woof.
Nell: Well, they are eating us out of house and home. Poppy can’t keep up with it all.
Me: Thank goodness Pizza Mutt delivers.
Nell: If that’s another Merry Dog at the door tell it Robin is not here.
Me: It’s Myfanwy. She’s looking for Knitwear Wolf.
Nell: Oh dear. Is she carrying anything?
Me: Yes. It looks like a letter.
Nell: It’s the poem. She must have decided to declare her love.
Me: How romantic.
Nell: Not if he doesn’t feel the same way.
Me: No. Sorry.
