Lulubelle is a verbose dog, with a large vocal range. She yodels when I talk on the telephone, she whoops when it looks like she’s going to get a walk, she – literally – shrieks in distress if Diski goes through the fence to visit the neighbours’ dogs and her yelling at intruders is enough to put the fear of God into any would-be burglar.
And so it came to pass that Old Spouse, after a long and boozy business lunch, came home one Friday night and launched into conversation with the dogs. I eavesdropped as I cooked a burger for the man.
OS: Do you want a biscuit, Old Girl?
OS: You’re an old greedyguts, aren’t you?
OS: Come off it! It’s just metaphysical hunger!
OS: Go on! You can’t even spell it!
They understand one another perfectly, those two do …