Nell: I see David is invading Harriet’s personal space again.
Me: I think it’s adorable the way he rests his head on her. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: You would. David has a very heavy head. I remember it well.
Me: I know. He rests his head on me, too.
Nell: Harriet puts up with a lot from him.
Me: Dave’s always been affectionate but since you left us he’s become even cuddlier.
Nell: I haven’t left you.
Me: You know what I mean. I think he’s afraid we might leave too.
Nell: It’s understandable.
Me: Yes. And if you think about it the Puppies have never not been together.
Nell: True.
Me: I bet Poppy is glad to have you back.
Nell: Glad doesn’t even come close. She’s ecstatic.
Me: Bless her.
Nell: It’s dreadfully tiring.
Me: Stop complaining.
Nell: I’d forgotten just how much energy she has.
Me: She was always a live wire.
Nell: Talking of live wires, how are the llamas?
Me: There hasn’t been a lot of cartwheeling recently.
Nell: Why?
Me: They miss you, Nell.
Nell: Tell them I’m expecting cartwheels at Easter.
Me: I will.
Nell: Has there been any change in Rupert?
Me: No sign of a cardigan yet but I saw him smiling at Myfanwy the other day.
Nell: Myfanwy the bad corgi?
Me: She’s not bad anymore.
Nell: Daughter of Lady Anwen?
Me: I’d forgotten that.
Nell: Rupert has always had a soft spot for that wretched animal.
Me: Myfanwy is fine. She has a lovely singing voice.
Nell: She’s taking advantage of a grieving wolf.
Me: They were only having a chat at the Bus Stop.
Nell: Chatting is just the beginning. The next thing will be riding around in his sidecar.
Me: Myfanwy’s already done that. Sorry.
