Me: It’s good to see the Puppies back together again.
Nell: They are going to be 8 in June.
Me: They’ll always be the Puppies to me.
Nell: David seems to have regained his appetite.
Me: Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. He never really lost it.
Nell: He wasn’t himself when Harriet was away.
Me: No, he wasn’t. You’d think he would be the dominant one because of his size but it’s really Harriet who rules the roost.
Nell: Roost? They’re not chickens.
Me: You know what I mean. For all her quiet ways and delicate beauty Harriet is a force to be reckoned with.
Nell: She’s her aunt’s niece.
Me: You don’t have quiet ways, Nell.
Nell: I can be quiet.
Me: Since you’ve started to lose your hearing a little you’ve become extremely loud.
Nell: Balderdash! That’s complete and utter nonsense.
Me: You’re shouting again.
Nell: Of course I am. I can hear as well as the next Labrador.
Me: Only if it’s 13.
Nell: Very funny.
Me: The Cat’s invited me over for tea today at the Stately Home.
Nell: Why?
Me: It saw the state of my Easter bonnet and took pity on me.
Nell: You can’t just choose a hat from its Dressing Up Box. It needs to be homemade.
Me: I know but The Cat says it has a few adornments that might help.
Nell: As long as it isn’t a bowl of fruit. Do you remember when Gladys dressed as Carmen Miranda?
Me: I do.
Nell: There was fruit everywhere.
Me: She shouldn’t have performed an interpretive dance.
Nell: We were picking up grapes for days.
Me: Although, I did see a rather nice pineapple going spare that might give me some height.
Nell: No fruit. Learn from Gladys’s mistakes.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
