Me: Have the puppies had a disagreement?
Nell: Why would you say that?
Me: They’re outside on their sun loungers not talking to each other.
Nell: That doesn’t have to mean they’re quarrelling. My friend Dorothy and I have spent many a pleasant afternoon down by the sea in quiet contemplation, just enjoying the view.
Me: But Harriet is looking one way and Davey is looking another.
Nell: Please don’t call him Davey. It’s bad enough that Sally does. His name is David.
Me: Well, hopefully Sunday Songs will put them in a better mood.
Nell: I doubt it. I believe Harriet is performing with The Welsh Corgi Choir.
Me: Dave loves it when Harriet sings.
Nell: It’s ‘My Favourite Things’.
Me: From ‘The Sound of Music’?
Nell: Yes. The Whippets Institute have asked her to play Maria.
Me: How exciting, She would be ever so good at it. I can imagine her running through the fields singing.
Nell: Do we really want her to go on tour though?
Me: I suppose not. I bet that’s what’s worrying Dave. He’s awfully protective of his sister.
Nell: Perhaps. You do realise Rupert has been approached to play Baron Von Trapp.
Me: Knitwear Wolf would be perfect, Nell. So handsome and dignified with a lovely deep voice.
Nell: I’m not sure he will want to be away for so long.
Me: He could keep an eye on Harriet.
Nell: True.
Me: Talking of being away, I can’t remember if I told you but I’m going on a Writers Retreat on Thursday.
Nell: Again?
Me: It’s only for a few days, Nell. I’ll be back by Sunday.
Nell: I see I am to be abandoned by all and sundry.
Me: I’m not all and sundry, Nell.
Nell: If the collar fits.
Me: Sorry.
