Me: It was glorious down on the beach, wasn’t it?
Nell: Yes. It’s always good to feel the sand under your paws.
Me: I love watching Dave run and run when he’s off the lead.
Nell: Yes, he and Harriet certainly enjoyed themselves.
Me: Harriet didn’t have to scare me, though.
Nell: What do you mean?
Me: Running towards me when I was filming and only stopping at the last second.
Nell: Your squeal was hilarious.
Me: No, it wasn’t. I don’t need to be knocked over again.
Nell: She knew what she was doing.
Me: Talking of knowing what you’re doing, someone stole a towel from the clothes line.
Nell: Did they?
Me: It was up really high so I’m afraid the culprit is fairly obvious.
Nell: One of those pesky Beefies, I expect.
Me: The towel was too heavy for a Beefy.
Nell: One of the llamas then. Cartwheeling into the washing line by mistake. You know what they’re like.
Me: It wasn’t a llama.
Nell: Well, it’s a mystery.
Me: No, it isn’t. Dave was seen jumping several times near the washing line.
Nell: Don’t go jumping to conclusions. David is in training.
Me: In training for what?
Nell: It doesn’t matter.
Me: Yes, it does.
Nell: Irondog, I expect, or Ruff Mudder.
Me: It’s Tough Mudder.
Nell: There you are then.
Me: Anyway, Dave was seen running away from the scene of the crime with the towel in his mouth.
Nell: But do you know why?
Me: What difference does that make?
Nell: Maybe the towel wasn’t dry.
Me: What?
Nell: And David was saving you from the horror of trying to dry yourself on a cold, wet towel.
Me: That’s why it was on the line.
Nell: But David didn’t know that.
Me: No. Sorry.
