Gary: We’re picking up Angus for the field today.
Susan: OK, let’s move anything in the van that could be “borrowed”
[Later, at the field]
Right, out you come Ang….. Oh, you’re out…..
[Susan rummages around in van]
Have you got one of my wellies?
Nope
It was here earlier. Now, where is it?
[Further rummaging]
No, can’t find it. That’s weird. I definitely remember putting them in the van this morning. The purple ones.
Did you move them when we sorted the van out before loading Angus?
No, they were far too big for him to take…. surely?
Do my eyes deceive me or can I see a black and purple blur in the far distance?
Oh Angus!
Whee…. woosh…… throw….. catch…… chew….. kill……..
[stops and shakes head]
What’s that? What, this old thing? You want it back? You know it has a hole in it right? Well, yes, OK, it has a hole in it, now, if you want to get all pedantic about it.
Wellies, they’re what Labradors love the best. But I’ll trade it for a biscuit? Because biscuits are what Labradors love the best. And bacon. Got any bacon? Ah well, just the biscuit then.
Angus
Such a brave, clever boy, killing a purple welly 🙂