Muddy but Happy

Me: Could I just point something out to you?

Nell: David has a very dirty face.

Me: Yes, but doesn’t he look adorable? Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy smiling away.

Nell: He is filthy.

Me: That’s because Kev took Dave and Harriet running off lead in a secure field.

Nell: Without me.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Or Poppy.

Me: They were trying it out to see if it is a suitable place to go as an alternative for when the beach is too busy.

Nell: My opinion is obviously of no value.

Me: Rubbish. Anyway, that wasn’t what I wanted to point out.

Nell: And it’s my birthday tomorrow.

Me: I know.

Nell: I shall be 9 and a senior dog.

Me: I know that too.

Nell: Everybody seems to have forgotten all about me because of Mother’s Day.

Me: We haven’t forgotten. Honestly.

Nell: I don’t mind sharing my day with mothers as long as it is still my day.

Me: It’s only mothers in the UK. The other mothers celebrate on a different day.

Nell: Whatever the nationality of the mother it’s still my birthday.

Me: What I want to say, Nell, is that you seem to have taken all the beds, including Dave’s new one, and the blanket.

Nell: And your point is?

Me: You’re not really using any of them.

Nell: I don’t want muddy dogs in the beds.

Me: I see.

Nell: It makes it most unpleasant for any other dog, bird, insect, or larger animal who might be thinking of resting there.

Me: You’re not like this when you’ve been out on a walk.

Nell: So you are happy that David just climbed on your chair and spread mud all over your pillow, are you?

Me: What?

Nell: I rest my case.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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