Harriet wears her ears back

Me: Harriet is wearing her ears back.

Nell: I know.

Me: She only wears her ears back when she’s worried about something.

Nell: She’s just listening to Sunday Songs. Stop fussing.

Me: Do you think it’s because Kev has been working on clearing the garage?

Nell: What on earth are you talking about?

Me: Well, he’s not been at home for most of the day.

Nell: The garage is only a few yards from our house. You can see it from our garden.

Me: I know but she likes to be with him.

Nell: Yes, she does. Harriet is definitely a Daddy’s girl.

Me: It takes one to know one.

Nell: Excuse me?

Me: You know what you’re like when Kev’s around.

Nell: Don’t be silly. Anyway, Harriet is booked in with David at 11am for a consultation.

Me: He’s going to need an awful lot of bacon sandwiches if he carries on like this. Advising everyone that bacon is the answer.

Nell: Nonsense. Weren’t you listening to the discussion at Morning Thoughts?

Me: Not really. I drifted off.

Nell: Well, Henry happened to mention that bacon isn’t really his cup of tea and several animals agreed.

Me: What did Dave say?

Nell: He explained that bacon is a symbol. You just have to make sure you treat yourself to something nice. In Henry’s case it would be a mouldy leaf.

Me: Revolting.

Nell: One dog’s meat is another dog’s poison.

Me: No, it isn’t. Dogs love meat.

Nell: My friend Valerie has gone vegan.

Me: Seriously?

Nell: I told her she was severely limiting her choices but she won’t listen.

Me: But she’s a French bulldog.

Nell: So?

Me: You know how the French love their food.

Nell: Stop generalising. Not all Irish wolfhounds wear green.

Me: True. Sorry.

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