A Canadian Sunday

Me: There seems to be a lot happening in the field this morning. The puppies are fascinated.

Nell: Sunday Songs is going international.

Me: Any particular reason?

Nell: It’s Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow so the Welsh Corgi Choir are dressed as Mounties.

Me: Are they riding in on the llamas?

Nell: Don’t be silly. Llamas can’t be trusted with anything on their backs. They fall over.

Me: Not always.

Nell: Often enough and with no warning. I know corgis bounce but it’s far too risky.

Me: Corgis don’t bounce.

Nell: They’re good at tumbling but not from any height.

Me: Knitwear Wolf must be pleased.

Nell: About tumbling corgis? Why?

Me: About celebrating Canada. He’s Canadian.

Nell: I see. Yes, Rupert is delighted.

Me: Is he wearing a Canadian cardigan?

Nell: Of course.

Me: Are we having a Canadian breakfast?

Nell: We are. Herr Hoffmann has made pancakes with maple syrup and bacon on the side.

Me: Delicious.

Nell: And we’re having roast turkey for lunch.

Me: I just had a Poppy moment then.

Nell: It’s understandable. Roasts were Poppy’s speciality.

Me: Are they using her recipe book?

Nell: Yes.

Me: So, she’s still involved.

Nell: She’s extremely involved. She keeps shouting in my ear about basting the turkey.

Me: Talking of turkeys, is Timothy quite safe?

Nell: Yes, he’s gone on a painting retreat in Tuscany.

Me: Wise decision.

Nell: Herr Hoffmann is making pumpkin pie for dessert.

Me: I’d rather have apple pie.

Nell: You need to keep an open mind.

Me: Shel says I would love his pumpkin pie.

Nell: He’ll be visiting us again soon.

Me: It will be good to see him again.

Nell: We can discuss the animation.

Me: I’m still hoping we can make it happen.

Nell: We will. Trust me.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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