Chasing Beefies

Me: Weren’t the puppies magnificent on the beach yesterday?

Nell: Yes. They were certainly most enthusiastic.

Me: The way they both ran into the sea scattering Beefies left, right and centre as Poppy barked orders from the beach.

Nell: It was a well coordinated manoeuvre but I’m not sure everybody appreciated it.

Me: Did anyone complain?

Nell: An elderly Airedale and its owner seemed quite startled when we arrived.

Me: I suppose it’s not every day you see a giant Black Labrador with an octopus on its head.

Nell: I told David to let Manuel ride on his back but he ignored me.

Me: Dave looked like he had dreadlocks.

Nell: Yes. He reminded me of Dog Marley.

Me: Where is Dog Marley at the moment? I haven’t seen him in ages.

Nell: Making jam, according to David. Each to their own I suppose.

Me: Good for him. Anyway, it was lovely to see everyone having such fun, especially my darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. I adore seeing him run free.

Nell: Yes. Those Beefies deserved to be bounced. Rude creatures.

Me: What were they shouting?

Nell: ‘Snow Bite, want a fight?’

Me: That’s unnecessary.

Nell: Rumour has it that they are thinking of holding a rival pantomime.

Me: Really? Who told you that?

Nell: The cows. They said it was called ‘Beefies in the Wood.’

Me: Is that the one where a couple of young Beefies are stolen from Nurse Nellie by the evil Stephen Seagull and left to perish in a wood until Robin Woof rescues them?

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: Just a thought.

Nell: Nurse Nellie?

Me: It’s a good story though, isn’t it?

Nell: Just try and keep it to yourself for a change, please. You know what you’re like.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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