Me: You know when we were at the activity field yesterday?
Nell: Yes. You kept taking photos of me.
Me: You looked so beautiful I had to take them.
Nell; Most kind.
Me: Anyway, I thought I’d take an action shot of you actually doing an activity.
Nell: I never do an activity. That’s for spaniels and other eager type dogs.
Me: I wanted to make it look like you were taking part. The field is called Dog and Dash and the lady who runs it is perfectly lovely, so I wanted to get a photo for her.
Nell: Wrong choice of animal.
Me: Yes. I’m aware of that now.
Nell: A senior Labrador isn’t going to run along a plank, or jump through a hoop.
Me: All I wanted you to do was walk through a tyre.
Nell: Never happening.
Me: It almost happened.
Nell: It didn’t. I ate the biscuit and backed out to check there wasn’t another one.
Me: At least I tried.
Nell: Now, the recipe book is still missing so Sunday roast isn’t happening. It’s takeaway pizza instead.
Me: That’s not very Sundayish.
Nell: Needs must. The Welsh Corgi Choir are also going to have to cope with shop bought biscuits with their mugs of tea.
Me: That’s awful. Poppy would never have allowed it.
Nell: My point exactly. If we had her recipe book there would be shortbread.
Me: We have to find it and get it back.
Nell: I agree. David is starting to fade away.
Me: A slight exaggeration
Nell: The llamas are losing their Oomph.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: We cannot allow this to continue.
Me: You’re right.
Nell: Well, do something. You’re the ideas woman.
Me: I’ll put my thinking cap on.
Nell: There’s no time for hats.
Me: No. Sorry.
