"Well, of course you're not... we still have to put your sweater on."
"Mama, come on..."
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?? Oh, I dunno... maybe just the fact that you're tryin' to make me go outside... in public... in these girlie kind'a tap-shoes!!!"
"Day, those were the 'manliest' style they had, I could understand your distress if I had bought you the leopard print ones."
"These aren't much better....."
"Well, you know that we're still waiting on your new corn-relieving shoes to be delivered so, in the meantime, I've padded these ones to help ease the pain in your tootsies."
"Maybe you should let meeee deal with my own tootsie pain for our walks... I guarantee you it sure won't look like this!"
"We actually did try that, Day. Don't you remember? You took care of it by stopping and demanding that I carry you."
"Walking along beside you, riding along in your arms... half a dozen of one, six of the other..... I mean really, Mama, what does it matter as long as we're out and enjoying the sunshine and fresh air together??"
"It matters because carrying you is not as easy a task as you seem to believe... Eighty-two pounds of fully relaxed, well-muscled Greyhound takes a toll on this mamas poor old body!"
"Don't be ridiculous, it's eeaaasy to carry this physique of beauty around... I do it all the tiiiiiime!"
"And thanks to those cute little toe-tappers, you're about to do it again! Now... let's get your sweater on and get moving."
"No, but..."
"It wasn't a request, Day... we're going."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."
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