Nell: Have you noticed anything wild about Poppy lately?
Me: You mean apart from her taking on the cows again and even that enormous bull?
Nell: Yes. I was very glad to see that David decided to wisely walk on by.
Me: That bull made Dave look small.
Nell: I know Poppy is easily agitated but she didn’t need to shout at that bull. It wasn’t doing anything. She does seem to be overreacting at the moment.
Me: You know what she’s like. All smiles among the buttercups one minute and then wild and shouty the next.
Nell: True. Poppy has always been a bit of a twirling fur fish.
Me: Don’t you mean whirling dervish?
Nell: Certainly not. What on earth is a dervish?
Me: What on earth is a fur fish?
Nell: A wriggly overexcited animal that slips out of your grasp, of course. What else would it be?
Me: Oh, well that actually makes sense.
Nell: Her behaviour just seems exaggerated.
Me: It’s the lockdown. It does strange things to you.
Nell: She was talking to No Good Boyo on WoofsApp just now.
Me: Were they discussing Dylan Thomas?
Nell: The famous Welsh Terrier?
Me: No. The famous Welsh poet.
Nell: No. They were discussing Welsh cakes.
Me: I love a good Welsh cake.
Nell: But why now? She hasn’t spoken to No Good Boyo in ages.
Me: I’ve just had an awful thought.
Nell: Oh dear.
Me: No Good Boyo is a Welsh Border Terrier, isn’t he? So he’s probably one of Joyce’s lot.
Nell: Joyce’s lot? Do you mean the Secret Service?
Me: Yes. Do you think Poppy is under investigation?
Nell: Poppy? Don’t you dare even think that. She may be wild and wriggly but she could never ever be bad.
Me: No. Sorry.
