Me: There was an awful lot of sniffing going on at the activity field.
Nell: You should have let Steve come along.
Me: It’s Dog and Dash, Nell, not Donkey and Dash.
Nell: Steve says he has a keen nose.
Me: Steve says a lot of things. Very loudly.
Nell: He has a carrying voice.
Me: I’m thinking of asking the Beefies where they got their noise cancelling headphones.
Nell: Stolen, I expect.
Me: It was interesting to see you had quite a different approach.
Nell: Approach?
Me: To your mission.
Nell: What mission?
Me: The Sniffing Mission. Your Sniffing Technique is very slow and thorough. Much like yourself.
Nell: I’m an elderly Labrador. Slow is my setting.
Me: Nigel and the puppies tended to dash around and sniff together whereas you went your own way.
Nell: I always do.
Me: They covered a lot more ground, however.
Nell: More haste less speed.
Me: Which is a paradox, of course.
Nell: Don’t start.
Me: The faster you go the slower you are. It’s nonsense.
Nell: Slow and steady wins the day. Ask the tortoise.
Me: What tortoise?
Nell: The one with the hare.
Me: Are you telling me we have a wig-wearing tortoise? Because I’m fairly sure they’re usually bald?
Nell; Good grief.
Me: Is it a long black wig? Because it might have borrowed it from Romeo.
Nell: Seagulls never share. Especially Beefies.
Me: He might have made an exception.
Nell: The tortoise is not real and you know it.
Me: I’d rather like it to be. I can just see it shaking its curly locks.
Nell: Stop right now. Back in the real world we have more sniffing to do.
Me: Could I ask what you’re hoping to find?
Nell: We’ll know when we do.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
