Me: We’re a team, aren’t we?
Nell: Of course we are.
Me: When Kev took you to the vet’s yesterday for your monthly injection everybody waited by the gate for you to return.
Nell: They knew I wouldn’t be long.
Me: It seemed like ages to me.
Nell: Don’t you start. I know we dogs are not supposed to know the difference between popping out for some milk and being away all day but there’s no excuse for you.
Me: It was a long time.
Nell: We had a few errands to run and then we stopped off at Starbarks to say hello to John the Doberman and deliver some scones.
Me: You don’t drink coffee.
Nell: Starbarks is more than just coffee you know. Other beverages are served.
Me: Was the vet pleased with you?
Nell: They want me to lose 3 kilos.
Me: Oh dear. It’s probably the scones.
Nell: One can’t be expected to spend all day canvassing without joining the voters in an occasional scone.
Me: I wouldn’t say it was all day, Nell. You took some scones to Starbarks.
Nell: Everyone agreed to support David as Mayor.
Me: Fair enough.
Nell: Manuel caught something worrying in his tentacles this morning.
Me: Dare I ask what?
Nell: You know the Beefies have been throwing cake as well as mackerel?
Me: Yes, and Poppy’s been hitting it back with her cricket bat,
Nell: Not anymore.
Me: Why?
Nell: Today’s offering was a choux bun filled with cream and dipped in chocolate.
Me: Are we talking about profiteroles because they’re my favourite?
Nell: That’s not the point. I’m talking French here.
Me: No, you aren’t. I am.
Nell: French patisserie to be exact and dangerous to dogs.
Me: Oh yes. Chocolate.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: The dastardly scoundrels. Sorry.
