It’s the thought that counts

Me: Could we discuss muddy paws, please?

Nell: Can’t we talk later? David and I are enjoying the early morning sunshine.

Me: I only just cleaned the floor and look at it now?

Nell: I don’t know what you expect us to do.

Me: Couldn’t you wear slippers like Kev and I?

Nell: I beg your pardon? We aren’t all llamas.

Me: What does that mean?

Nell: Haven’t you noticed their slippers?

Me: No.

Nell: We can’t take our paws off at the door.

Me: I know that. But you can wipe your paws on the mat.

Nell: We do.

Me: You most definitely don’t.

Nell: Sometimes we simply don’t have the time.

Me: Everything is covered in mud. Even the chairs.

Nell: Stop making such a fuss. It’ll rub off eventually.

Me: I know it will. On me and Kev.

Nell: Perhaps you can provide towels and warm water and wait at the door to wash and dry our feet as we come in?

Me: I’ll be there all day then, Nell. There are so many of you. If you could just wipe your feet on the mat.

Nell: We are certainly intending to do that, so the thought is there.

Me: Intending isn’t doing.

Nell: Don’t you always say, ‘It’s the thought that counts’?

Me: That’s something else entirely.

Nell: Maybe slippers are the answer. We would need them in a wide range of sizes, of course, and labelled with each animal’s name.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: There would have to be pairs at the front and back doors and a place to store them. I’m sure Poppy won’t mind them cluttering up her kitchen.

Me: I give up.

Nell: Was that all? Only David and I want to make the most of the sun.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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