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.
