Barking up the wrong tree - The War of FLowers

It's a beautiful evening. Mr Tulip ? in his garden. He often ? late with his roses. He ? them every evening ever since they ? to bloom. The previous owner ? the rose bushes before Mr Tulip ? the house. Brownie, his dog, usually ? around the house when Mr Tulip ? care of the flowers, but tonight he ? Brownie for a while. Maybe he ? something interesting in the backyard.
Suddenly Mr Tulip ? steps behind him. It's Miss Daffodil. She ? alone, next door to MrTulip. They ?, but Mr Tulip really ? his neighbour very well. She ? so shy. Miss Daffodil ? something important to tell him; her hands ?.
Mr T: "Good evening! You ? yourself, Miss Daffodil, have you?"
Miss D: "No, it's nothing like that, Mr Tulip. I'm afraid something ? in my garden. Something terrible."
Mr T: "Please, tell me. I ? how to help you if you ? me."
Miss D: "Yesterday when I ? home, I noticed that somebody or something ? a big hole in the middle of my garden under my plum tree. It ? like a bomb ? there. I know it ? your dog."
Mr T: "But surely, Miss Daffodil, my Brownie..."
Miss D: "Please, let me go on. Tonight I ? the whole evening at my church choir practice. When I ? the front gate just a couple of minutes ago, your dog ? one of its bones in another hole. I ? my eyes at first, but then I ? very angry, Mr Tulip. I ? clearly see the black spots on its back. I must say that you ? a bad job in training that dog of yours!"
Mr T: "Black spots? Calm down, Miss Daffodil, please! ? that you are barking up the wrong tree..."
Miss D: "I beg your pardon,Mr Tulip. I know very well what tree I ? about. It's my favourite plum tree. My father ? it for me as a memory of him. Grandfather ? it from some orchard long ago."
Mr T: "I'm sorry about your tree, but my Brownie ? any holes in your garden. You see, he is brown - he ? any black spots. Oh, there he comes now - ??"
Miss D: "Oh, I'm so sorry. What a mistake I ?! I ? your dog was brown. Good boy! Whose is that black and white monster then?"
Mr T: "I think it belongs to the Hyacinths, who live down the road. How about a cup of tea to calm your nerves, Miss Daffodil? It is more comfortable in my living room. Please,come with me."
Miss D: "Oh, how lovely! I guess I ? have a cup. You ? so nice - a real gentleman, Mr Tulip!"