Nell: That dog looks just like Mutley.
Me: She’s a Patterdale called Sally and she could be Mutley’s sister.
Nell: Where did you meet her?
Me: At the Beachhouse when we went for lunch. She was there with her sister Dora and Kev and I had to go and say hello.
Nell: Did you say lunch?
Me: I did.
Nell: At the Beachhouse without me?
Me: I wasn’t sure if dogs could sit inside and it was quite cold outside.
Nell: Sally was outside.
Me: Yes, but we didn’t know if Charlotte had a warm coat.
Nell: Your sister Charlotte?
Me: Yes, she came to see Chris.
Nell: I go to lunches. It’s part of my privileges as senior animal.
Me: I know, Nell, but you were having your injection later and we didn’t want to tire you out.
Nell: So, now my privileges are going to the vet’s to be weighed and stabbed with a needle?
Me: You went to the farm shop with Chris and Kev later.
Nell: I sat in the cold car.
Me: The puppies didn’t go at all. They just waited at the window for you to come home.
Nell: There’s a new weighing machine at the vets.
Me: That’s nice.
Nell: It’s slippery. Kev had to help me.
Me: Oh dear.
Nell: I preferred the old one.
Me: I see.
Nell: A public weighing is bad enough without slipping when you get on.
Me: At least Lionel poached you some chicken for your tea.
Nell: What’s that got to do with the price of fish?
Me: How did you know about the fish?
Nell: What fish?
Me: The lovely fresh fish we had at the Beachhouse.
Nell: I didn’t until now. Was it a fish finger sandwich?
Me: Yes.
Nell: My favourite.
Me: Sorry.
