Me: I can’t believe Poppy won the sock game. Dave is about five times her size.
Nell: Poppy is extraordinarily strong and extremely determined.
Me: You’re right there.
Nell: Although it’s actually all about Attitude.
Me: Attitude?
Nell: Yes. Poppy Thinks Big.
Me: I know she does.
Nell: Do you remember when that Dachshund from Dartmouth was courting her?
Me: Not really.
Nell: Well, she was having none of it. ‘Derek’s a nice enough Dachshund,’ she said. ‘But I have my eyes on that Doberman.’
Me: John the Doberman?
Nell: Exactly. The next thing we knew John was outside the house with a bunch of flowers.
Me: That’s Poppy for you.
Nell: It is. She sees something and she goes out and gets it.
Me: Yes, she certainly does.
Nell: Nobody argues with Poppy.
Me: To be fair, Nell, she does have a sword.
Nell: Yes, but she rarely has to use it.
Me: I’m surprised she lent it to Knitwear Wolf for the Pirate Wars.
Nell: Yes, well Rupert is another force of nature. But in a completely different way.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: He’s quietly charismatic.
Me: He’s such an admirable wolf.
Nell: Yes. He’s someone you wouldn’t want to disappoint.
Me: Like a noble king.
Nell: In a way. People definitely listen to him.
Me: Talking of listening I enjoyed Laberace’s performance yesterday.
Nell: His playing was excellent but did we need that candelabra?
Me: It set the mood.
Nell: Poppy has invited him to Sunday lunch. Roast beef and all the trimmings.
Me: He’ll need that after Sunday Songs.
Nell: Why? Was he performing?
Me: Yes, with the Welsh corgi choir. Didn’t you hear them singing ‘I’m Always Chasing Rainbows’?
Nell: Just tell me the llamas weren’t dancing?
Me: Yes, waving rainbow scarves. Sorry.
