The big-lookin' butt discussion...

"You could'a just said 'no', y'know!"
"Sure, I could have, but then I'd have been lying."
"You say lying... I say being nice....."
"I'm sorry, Day... I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And anyhow, it's totally the blankie and not anything to do with your handsome physique, at all!"
"Sucking up is not helpin' you, Mama..."
"Is there anything that would help, Day...?"
"Well, um, normally some deliciousness in the form of treats would help buuuuut... I'm afraid for my self-confidence's sake to even bring it up for worry of what you might say... prob'ly somethin' about the treats goin' straight to my hips or somethin' equally shattering..."
"What??? 'Equally shattering'? Day! You asked me 'does my butt look big in this' and I only said it does because it's a thick, heavy blankie you've been dragging around in all morning."
"I love this blankie..."
"I know you love that blankie. And I also love that blankie because I know it keeps all your cute lil' bare bum spots all toasty warm'n'cozy."
"I do have a cut lil' bum... even with all my lil' bare spots don't I, Mama?!"
"The absolute cutest, Day!"
"Now... about those treats we discussed..."
"Okay, but maybe just one would be better... y'know, so we don't ever have to have this discussion in future... based on real and non-blakiefied problems!" *wink*
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Treelight NO CROSSING Discussion...

"But um... it's too slipperyyyyy....."
"It's not slippery, Day, you can totally do this!"
"But it's all shinyyyyy and I don't like iiiiiiiiittttt....."
"Well, it was shiny when you went across, too."
"Well, I wasn't noticing it then..."
"Well, don't notice it now then."
"Well, I already did notice it now!"
"Day... come on, just give it a try... I know you can do it!"
"It's the lights from this Christmas tree, they're freakin' me out!"
"I would believe that if you didn't pull this every single day, even when the tree isn't up."
"But it's making it even worse, and whyyy would you even put the Christmas tree up now anyhow? It's not even Christmas yet, we still have like... over a couple of weeks!"
"We're getting ready for Christmas earlier this year so we aren't so rushed closer to the day. Remember, we talked about it? And you were happy, so excited even, to help decorate the tree!"
"Uh yeah... because tree-decorating snacks were involved..... but it didn't mean I wanted it to stay up forever and keep causin' me grief!"
"Okay, enough... let's go, get movin' mister!"
"No. You're gonna just hav'ta carry me across..."
"I'm not carrying you across, Day. You got yourself over there just fine and you're totally capable of getting yourself back to the kitchen for your dinner. Come on, your brother's already waiting on his mat..."
"Wait! What???!! Play's already having dinner?? Without me!!???"
"No, I said waiting, not having..."
"But that's not fair!! First you stick me way back over here where you knowww I can't get across and then you get HIM all set on his squooshy meal mat when you knowww that MY tummy is just so huuuuungry and then you won't even do ME a measly little carry favour!!!"
"Okay, first of all... I did not 'stick you over there', you decided to make your own way across so you could watch out the window."
"I saw Willa outside! What was I supposed to do, be rude and not even wave to her!??"
"Second of all... I did not 'get him all set'... he got himself set because I started dinnertime routine for both of you."
"So you say, yet clearly only one of us is all set up and it sure isn't me..."
"Day! Are you ready to come and have your dinner, or not?"
"Well of course I'm ready! I'm always ready! I'd be ready at 3:57 in the morning if you were ever caring enough to stop bein' lazy in bed and offer! What, you think I'm gonna pass on a dinner invitation??!"
"Okay! Fine. Let's make it an 'official invitation' then... Day, would you like to come and have your dinner now?"
"Why, yes Mama... thank you, I would! And now I have an invitation to extend to you, y'know, in the kindness of Christmassy Spirit and all that warm fuzziness stuff..."
"Let me guess... is it an invitation to carry your hungry lil' body across the tiles so you can ravenously accept the dinner invitation I extended to you?"
"Awwww Mama... you know me so well it just makes my heart swell..... Now CHOP CHOP! Not only is time-a-wastin' but I'M-a-wastin'-away!!!"
"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Bed-Messiness Discussion

"DAYYYYY! ... I just finished making that beddddd!
"I know thaaat. What, you think I don't know that?? I was sitting right over there WATCHING you while I waited for my turn." *eye roll* Like I don't know you just made the bed... Thanks for the newsflash there, Mama!"
"Hey! Attitude...!"
"What 'attitude'? I was just saying what was already obvious..."
"Well, the only thing that's obvious to me right now... Day, is that I have to make the bed..... again."
"More like you get to make the bed again..."
"Do you really think I actually love making the bed, Day??"
"More like I think you love makin' me happy, Mama!"
"So, l make the bed... repeatedly..... and that makes you happy?"
"Well... YOU get to make the bed YOUR way, then I get to make the bed MYYY way and THAT..... brings me joy, immense joy act'lly!"
"It might bring you joy... it brings me work!"
*shrug* "You know what they say, one mamas work is a handsome hounds joy....."
"Nice try. And anyhow, how does all that wrinkled, scrunched up messiness not bother you??"
"What messiness??! Look at me, I'm smooooothin' out the sheets here even as we speak!"
"Okay, clearly we've come to a bed-making impasse here. So, how about we try this for today... let's just say my bed-making work is done and you are in charge of your own napping comfort for the rest of the day. Sound fair?"
"That's not fun!"
*shrug* "You know what they sa-ayyy... one hounds un-fun....."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble.....

Sweet Maggie Mae...

We sadly learned yesterday that Day's girlfriend, his sweet Maggie Mae, had left to watch over all who loved her from Rainbow Bridge. So, today we remember sweet Maggie Mae as we always will and we'll continue to wish we might see her suddenly appear at the door just once more to call on her Day to join her for a camp walk.....


"Hey Day! Wan'ta come outside and play with me again?"
"Sorry my sweet Maggie Mae... I'm just too tired already from our walk."
"Ohhhhh, well we don't have to play lots, Day, we could even just hang... maybe sniff the fresh air a little, look around, hold paws."
"How 'bout you come inside and nap with me instead? I'll even nap here on the floor so you can have my cozy-squishy bed... My mama said you can come inside, you just have to tell your dad first so he knows where you are."
"Or, maybe we could compromise... maybe we could mix being outside together and napping together by napping outside together on your outdoor hammock-thingy beds. How 'bout that?"
"If I wasn't already laying down, I'd totally be down for that... it's just the getting up and moving that's holding me back from act'lly makin' it happen. And anyhow, Maggie Mae... how come you're not falling over tired after our walk? I mean, your little legs have to move like a trillion times more than mine so technically you walked at least two times farther than I did!"
"I guess I've just gotten really super good at conserving my energy on my endurance walks with you." *shrug*
"Oh, maybe you could teach me some endurance techniques... I've always just been more into sprinting. We can start right after I have my recovery nap, okay?"
"Okay... So, I'll see you in a couple of hours, then?"
"Four-and-a-half tops!"
"Okay... I'll be seeing you soon then, Day??"
*yawwwwwn* "Yep... I'll be seeing you soon, my sweet, sweet Maggie Mae....."

Goodbyes are so unfair... grumble, sniff.....

Burritoing on the edge...

"Did you really just harrumph at me, Day?"
"Maybe..."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?!! Look at me! Do you really need to even ask me what's wronnnng???"
"Well, it doesn't really look like anything should be wrong. I mean, you're on your favourite couch spot, atop your favourite quilt and covered with one of your favourite nap blankies... what could possibly be wrong other than the fact that you're not yet actually napping?"
"Maybe you should look again, Mama..."
"Oh... you forgot to bring a toy up with you? Is that it?? Want me to bring you one? Do you want your chipmunks to nap with?"
"Really? Really, Mama?? You really can't even see that um, gee I don't know... maybe just the fact that I'm practically FALLING OFF!!"
"Ohhhh..... well, you are a little close to the edge but it doesn't look like you're actually in any real danger of falling off, Day."
"What are you, kidding me? How can you not even see that my whole head is already hanging off?!!"
"So, just lift your head back up onto the cushion and you'll be fine."
"Sure... if 'fine' means precariously balanced and staring at nothing but the back of a just so boring couch....."
"Day! Nobody told you to roll over and face the back of the couch like that, you did that totally by yourself..."
"Yeah I did it myself..... I did it myself because it's your fault!"
"How is it my fault??"
"Because you didn't wrap me properly!! You know I like to be burritoed-in-tight... but instead, you just put the blanket over me without act'lly tucking and burritoing me; I had to twist and roll and burrito MYSELF!! And just look at what happened! Now, I'm fallin' off!!"
"Look, Day, I'm sorry I didn't burrito you but it's pretty warm in here and I thought you might get overheated if I tucked you in too tight."
"But you didn' t knowwww that I would've overheated, you were just supposing... you still should have burritoed me....."
"I'm sorry, Day... I will never not burrito you again. And I'll stay right here the whole time you're asleep to watch that you're safe from falling while you nap."
"And you'll catch me if I start to fall?"
"I'll catch you if you start to fall."
"And you'll give me two hundred and eighty-seven gumdrops when I wake up to make up for all this stress you made me have before my sleep?"
"No."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Breakfast Discussion

"But I love breakfast..."
"I know you love breakfast, but you've already had your breakfast this morning."
"But maybe I wanted to have twoooo breakfasts today."
"But one breakfast was enough."
"How do you know it's enough??? Are you me? Can you feeeeel how my tummy is saying it needs mo-ooorrrrre?? Can you feel my mel-battle-lism already decimating that measly amount of kibble you expect to fill me??? Member that? Hm? Member when Dr. Melanie told you how high my mel-battle-ism is?? 'Cause I'm an ATHLETE?!!"
"The word is 'metabolism', Day, and I do remember that conversation. I also remember her saying that you were at your perfect athletic retirement physique and that she didn't want you to gain any more weight."
"Whatever... I'm act'ally in charge of my own body and I still would like some more breakfast, please."
"I'm sorry, but breakfast is finished for today."
"But I slept for a really long time last night, all through the WHOLE night LONG, and that's a lot of break to be fasting dontchya'know!"
"You did have a really good sleep last night, didn't you! Did you have some sweet and amazing dreams? Did you visit any wonderful, far-off places and make lots of new friends? Or, maybe you dreamed of sweet summer days with your sweet Maggie Mae???"
"Yeah... I see what you're doin', Mama, tryin'ta change the subject; it's not gonna work."
"Will anything work?"
"I think you know what'll work."
"Well, I'm not putting anything more in your breakfast bowl."
"But I really just want another breeaaakfaaaaasst......."
"And you'll have one... tomorrow."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The I-Didn't-Want-To-Get-A-Hurt Discussion

"But I didn't want to get a huurrrt..."
"I know. I'm really sorry that you're hurting and upset... I hate to see you feeling down, Day."
"Then I think you shouldn't have taken me to that place and let those people give me this hurt..."
"You needed the blood test to find out what's going on with your body and why you're not feeling up to your usual self."
"I feel up to my usual self! I feel just fine!!"
"Well, your urine sample said otherwise and that's what warrented the bloodwork needing to be done."
"HEY! That's PRIVATE!! We don't need to be sharing this PRIVATE information, like, OUT LOUD!!!"
"I'm only trying to explain the reason for your little boo-boo, Day."
"LITTLE boo-boo??? What, are you makin' fun of me now?? That's nice, Mama... real thoughtful of you. Y'know, I was having a really nice day today... the sun was shining, I was having the most amazing dreams in my naps, the treats were finding me with perfect timing and even my little brother wasn't bugging me so much like usual. But then, you wrecked it all... just with that one little car ride that took me to that place I don't even like....."
"I'm sorry, Day... I didn't mean to wreck my Day by wrecking his day. Get it? Did you get what I did there?? ... Oh, come on, not even a teenie weenie little smile from that one?"
"Oh my gosh, you're sooooooo funny... ha... ha..... I hafta say, I'm a little disappointed that you're treating this like a joke."
"I promise I'm not, I was just trying to make you giggle."
"Whatever. Anyhow, I guess we won't be going back there again, huh? I mean, especially after the brightly bandaged damage they did to my arm... you, for sure, would never take me back there because you learned your lesson... at my expense, I might add! Right, Mama?"
"That's right, Day, we won't be going back there... not for another whole TWO weeks for your second blood test that will tell us if the medicine worked."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."