Me: Dave is looking rather thoughtful.
Me: He had a very successful visit to the vets yesterday.
Nell: I know.
Me: He weighs 47.8 kilos. He could do with losing a kilo, but he’s still perfect.
Me: The vet said he was a magnificent dog. She even suggested that we contact the Kennel Club to have him registered as a stud dog.
Me: That’s good news, isn’t it?
Nell: It depends. Sally might not agree.
Me: Oh, I see what you mean.
Nell: We discussed it at Morning Thoughts and David is going to have a quiet with Charlie and Mutley this afternoon.
Me: Mutley can’t hear.
Nell: No. But he can listen and nod knowingly.
Me: Personally I think my Big Brave Beautiful Boy would make a wonderful stud dog.
Nell: I quite agree. He is both handsome and kind which is a winning combination in my eyes.
Me: Yes. He has a wonderful temperament. He is a great credit to you, Nell.
Nell: You are too kind.
Me: Talking of kind, thank you for coming to see my little sister Alex with me yesterday.
Nell: She is unwell. I was glad to be of comfort.
Me: You were glad to eat the cat food.
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: I heard you crunching in the kitchen.
Nell: I may have stumbled across a few biscuits when I went to find water. I thought they were for me.
Me: You so didn’t, Nell. You checked to see if we were busy chatting and then you slunk in there and wolfed them down.
Nell: Slunk? I have never slunked in my life.
Me: It looked like slinking you me.
Nell: I was moving quietly in respect for the indisposed.
Me: Of course. Sorry.