Love between our furry friends

We were having the usual intellectual conversation in the staff room this morning.

“My daughter’s dog,” announced a female colleague, “is enamoured of our draught excluder. One of those things like a stuffed snake. He keeps trying to make love to it.”

“Is it a particularly attractive draught excluder?” I enquired.

“I bet,” said another colleague in his wonderful Dublin accent, “it’s the kind you dream about.”