Me: We had a lovely time down by the river, didn’t we?
Nell: Harriet was in and out of the water as usual.
Me: She never stops running. Wasn’t it lovely when she came bounding up to us?
Nell: We were trying to have a quiet conversation at our bench.
Me: I didn’t mind. There’s nothing I like more than a happy Harriet.
Nell: I wanted to discuss sausages.
Me: Sausages?
Nell: Yes, Which do you prefer? Chipolatas or the normal ones?
Me: I prefer a chipolata. But why?
Nell: We’re watching Strictly Come Prancing this evening so I thought hot dogs in front of the television might be a good idea.
Me: I agree.
Nell: David will have to wear a bib, of course.
Me: Why?
Nell: You’re full of whys this morning, aren’t you? David always spills tomato ketchup down his fur and then insist on cuddling everyone and then we all get covered in ketchup.
Me: Oh yes. I remember now. May I suggest bibs for everyone?
Nell: No, you may not. I’m a Senior Lady Labrador. Ladies do not wear bibs.
Me: I might wear one.
Nell: You can do as you wish. Leave me out of it.
Me: I used to go to a restaurant in London called The Chicago Rib Shack and everyone wore a bib.
Nell: Remind me not to go there the next time I visit.
Me: I’m not sure it’s there anymore. It was a long time ago.
Nell: Anyway, I’m looking forward to the dancing this evening. My dear friend Anton du Bark is judging again.
Me: Oh yes. I forgot you used to be a ballroom dancer.
Nell: Anton says my Foxtrot was unforgettable.
Me: It was probably more of a Dogtrot.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Sorry.
