Dave makes plans

Me: What are the puppies doing outside?

Nell: Waiting.

Me: But Tony’s on holiday.

Nell: They aren’t waiting for Tony. After yesterday’s success David is Brimming with Confidence and has taken matters into his own paws.

Me: Your afternoon tea did go well.

Nell: My reading group said it was the best fun they’d had in years and bacon sandwiches and builders tea should always be on the menu.

Me: How lovely.

Nell: David can be impossibly charming when he wants to be. Flowers for each of the ladies on arrival and a compliment on departure.

Me: I thought you didn’t like Dave being over familiar with guests.

Nell: I object to him sitting on them. A gentle compliment from a handsome hound, however, can make a lady’s day. Apart from Agnes, of course, who doesn’t hold with ‘flowery talk’. I quote.

Me: Was that the troubled looking Weimaraner?

Nell: No, the elderly Pekingese in glasses.

Me: Oh yes. Anyway, what is Dave planning to do?

Nell: Sally is on her way.

Me: That’s wonderful news.

Nell: She is coming to Sort Poppy Out.

Me: Gosh.

Nell: Underneath that beautifully elegant Golden Retriever exterior there’s a strong and determined female with nerves of steel.

Me: I suppose there must be, as she’s Head of the Secret Service.

Nell: Sally is going to look into Babycakes Gillespie.

Me: Oh my. He’s in for it now. I’m not sure Poppy is going to be very pleased.

Nell: We have gone beyond pleased. Do you realise she served me burnt toast for breakfast with watery marmalade and no butter?

Me: Shocking.

Nell: We need to get Poppy back and Sally is the dog to make it happen.

Me: Have you ever thought about making your own toast?

Nell: Don’t be ridiculous.

Me: Sorry.

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