Me: I can’t believe you were playing Bitey Faces with Harriet. You were behaving just like a puppy.
Nell: Harriet started it with a blatant Cheeky Animal which could not be ignored.
Me: Yes, I saw her tongue was out.
Nell: In situations like that Bitey Faces is the only answer.
Me: You certainly looked ferocious. You had your mouth open like a crocodile.
Nell: Well spotted. The Crocodile Manoeuvre is one of the more difficult techniques.
Me: You convinced me. I thought Harriet was done for.
Nell: She was. I don’t play very often but when I do I tend to win.
Me: Dave and I were completely spellbound.
Nell: I hope David was making notes.
Me: I’m sure he was. In his head.
Nell: Talking of heads. Tony was telling me that someone complimented Young Toby on his classic Labrador head.
Me: Yes, I think it’s called a Drakeshead, isn’t it?
Nell: Drakeshead is actually the British Labrador Kennel name but it’s become synonymous with classic Labrador good looks.
Me: Oh, I see. Anyway Toby is certainly a beautiful boy.
Nell: Of course he is. David is his Uncle and I am his Great Aunt. Toby can’t help but be dashing.
Me: Dashing where?
Nell: Dashing as in handsome.
Me: Gotcha.
Nell: Very funny.
Me: Well, I must say that’s something you don’t see every day.
Nell: Are you talking about the Rolls Royce that just drove past us?
Me: Yes.
Nell: It’s certainly not very suitable for driving around our tiny Devon lanes.
Me: Especially when it’s being driven that fast.
Nell: Quite.
Me: By a lion.
Nell: A lion?
Me: In a chauffeur’s cap.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: With two huge fluffy cats in the back.
Nell: Lionel King?
Me: Yes, and the Maine Coons. Sorry.
