Me: It’s amazing how the opening of a refrigerator door can wake even the sleepiest of dogs.
Nell: One must always be alert to the possibility of bacon.
Me: Dave certainly is.
Nell: David has been rehearsing all morning with Rhubarb in the garden. He’s entitled to be hopeful.
Me: Is that why he’s got dried grass under his chin?
Nell: Dried grass never made anyone hopeful. What nonsense.
Me: Never mind. Poppy mentioned quiche and salad for lunch.
Nell: I think David was hoping for something less French and more American.
Me: I’m sure Poppy can rustle up a hot dog, or two, especially after all this rehearsing. See what I did there?
Nell: Very droll. Now, do you think my tiara will be too much for tonight’s competition?
Me: No. I think it’s just right. It sets the tone. You are the head judge when all is said and done.
Nell: Yes, that’s exactly what The Cat said.
Me: Are there any favourites to win?
Nell: Gladys and Count Bingo Flamingo are going to be hard to beat if only for their sheer exuberance. I’m not so sure about the trampoline though.
Me: Trampoline?
Nell: Yes. Several couples will be making use of it I believe.
Me: I’m not sure a trampoline is allowed in the American Smooth.
Nell: How else are they going to reach the trapeze?
Me: Gosh.
Nell: Babycakes Gillespie has an obvious advantage.
Me: Because he’s a pug and he’s American?
Nell: No. He’s used to juggling bagels.
Me: I see.
Nell: Can you let me know when the Whippets Institute minibus arrives?
Me: Are they dancing too?
Nell: Certainly not. The Whippets Institute Big Band will be accompanying the dancing along with the Welsh corgi choir. Do keep up.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
