Me: Harriet has the floppiest tongue I’ve ever seen.
Nell: Yes. She is very relaxed on the beach.
Me: I know. She’s a proper little water rat.
Nell: I beg your pardon? Harriet is a pedigree chocolate Labrador. There is nothing rat like about her.
Me: It’s just a saying. What did you think about yesterday’s antics?
Nell: I’m afraid Babycakes Gillespie is not meant to wear a wetsuit.
Me: No. It wasn’t very flattering. I don’t think he’s a natural surfer, either, but his boat was impressive.
Nell: I prefer a yacht myself. Speedboats are too flashy for my liking. Especially when they are driven by a gangster pug in a captain’s hat wearing sunglasses in October.
Me: Poppy loved the water skiing, though.
Nell: Yes. Poppy has great balance and she is fearless.
Me: Dave struggled a bit. My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Water skiing favours the smaller animals.
Me: You don’t mean Henry and Horst?
Nell: Of course not. Henry and Horst are wild swimmers, not water skiers. Do keep up.
Me: Did you see Poppy holding on with just one paw?
Nell: Yes. Until she fell off.
Me: And that’s exactly when John and Knitwear Wolf arrived on their paddle boards like knights in shining cardigans.
Nell: I wasn’t sure about the cardigans, but I must say I admired the way John calmly paddled towards Poppy, scooped her up on to his board and paddled away with her.
Me: Babycakes was furious.
Nell: Yes.
Me: My money is definitely on John.
Nell: What money?
Me: Gladys has a bet going on who will win Poppy over.
Nell: Matters of the heart are not something one should place a bet on.
Me: Well, we all have, Nell, and John is the favourite to win. Sorry.
