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.