Ever hopeful

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.

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