How very dare she!

Am finally getting out and doing some much needed work in my garden. Lots of chopping, raking and squishing of vegetable matter before taking it up to the 'tip' after lunch. My wellies are properly muddy again (as oppposed to just wet) and there was no need for me to feign bravery when a frog jumped out from the border onto my foot (my wellie-clad foot I hasten to add or I may just have succumbed to the vapours).

Suddenly at my front gate appeared Fraser and his owner. Fraser is my assistant's brother. My assistant loves having her brother drop by. He is fun and lets her bounce on his head and doesn't mind too much when she bites him (unlike everyone else here in this house/place of employment). I like Fraser too. I just wish he would arrive without anyone else.

As I said, they turned up at my gate out of the blue with her beetling forward "We can't come in, (Good. Wasn't going to ask you.) just wanted to say hello."

Propietoral gaze, nosey intentions, looks at my assistant scrabbling madly at the wire to get out and play with her brother and says "My, hasn't she got a lot of coat?!"

"Yes." I said. "We like her floofy."

"Oh she is bigger than I thought. Perhaps it is coat though." Considering face, head tilted at curious angle, conspiratorial air, leans forward and says (patronisingly) "Perhaps I give mine too much exercise."

"Well you don't want to do that. Too much exercise buggers up their bones."

"Oh. Well he only does the mile here and back twice a day and a run in the evening for 45 minutes" Flustered voice, taken aback demeanour "Well, I have never had any problem with any my other dogs." Stumble in voice, feeling affronted. "And they have lived until 18 or so!"

"Okay."

"Well must go. Have to visit one of 'my' old ladies in the hospital. We haven't seen her for weeks." Sanctimonious twitching, pull at coat lapels. Dog lead jerking down all the way down drive.

Do you think she will be back?????