3BT – new bone!/best bone, say hello, pizza/doody

1. Lily runs around the room like a little puppy, chasing the new chew bone.

1b. Later, upstairs, I offer her an older bone. She disappears from the room and I hear her plodding down the stairs. The next time I look up from my sewing, she is back on the sofa, looking smug, the new chew in her paws.

2. The two beagles, dressed in identical jackets, strain at the lead to meet Lily.

3. Without the overwhelming pepperoni, the other flavours stand out much more.

3b. We’re listing stereotypical things that men are supposed to do. He suggests “do DIY” but John and I both hear “doody” and laugh.