The Wooly-Mess Discussion

"Daaayyyy... what the heck happened in here?? I left the room for THIRTY SECONDS!!!"
"Whaaaaat??! You LEFT! I got lonely... I needed company!!"
"And the knitting project I'm working on took my place??"
"Well, um... it was warm and soft and squishy like your cuddles, soooooo..... yeah, I guess it kinda did."
"Take a look at the mess here, Day... it hardly looks like you were merely 'cuddling' with the wool."
"Well, but it started that way..."
"Do pray tell."
"Welllll..... I looked up and you were gone and there I was..... aalll alo-onnnnne. And then I looked up on the couch and saw that you'd also left that poor yet delightful wool-squishiness all alone, too; that's when I knew that we were both in the loneliness together and I thought I should fix it for us both."
"By destroying it."
"Not destroying... plaaayy-innggg....."
"That wool is for making a blanket with, Day, not for playing with!"
"YOU got to play with it..."
"I wasn't playing with the wool, I was knitting with it..."
"Do we really need to stand here and argue semantics, Mama? Seriously... haven't we already wasted enough of our precious cuddle time on this trivial issue?!"
"Trivial issue?? It'll take me hours to untangle and roll this wooly-mess into a new, useable ball for knitting with!"
"Reelaaaxxx, Mama... I'll help you... I mean, hey, if I could make this much beautiful art on only my very first try, just imagine what I'll be able to do with a little more practice!"
"The only practice you'll be getting, Day, is in cleaning up!"
"That's not fun..."
"But that's what's happening... start cleaning, Mister!"
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Holdin'-Paws Discussion

"I'm just going to lay here and hold paws with you until you feel aaaall better, Mama."
"Ohhh... that's so sweet of you, Day!"
"I know."
"I just have one teeeeeenie little request though..."
"Which is??"
"Well, do you see how your toe is pushing my toe waaayy over?"
"Yup."
"It's kind of uncomfortable..."
"No, it's not."
"It really kinda is."
"No, see... it neeeeeeds to be like that..... we're holdin' paws and it's makin' you better! I mean, how else are you going to get all healed up if our paws aren't locked tight enough for me to give you all of my awesome healingness??"
"Well-wishes would probably work just as well."
"Too late, Mama, we're already settled and locked-in for the long haul!"
"And I wouldn't want it any other way, Day... holding paws with you just fills up my whole heart."
"I know."
"And, you really are the sweetest, most caring and full-of-love boy a mama could hope for."
"I know... but, I think you also meant to say 'incredibly and BEYOND handsome'..."
"Greyhounds are so unbelieveably modest... *eyeroll, headshake*....."

The Tasty-Spoon Discussion

"I just checked on you... you were sound, sound asleep."
"Well, um... I waaaas sleeping... but..... then I thought I heard a spoon tap-tap-tapping against the side of a container???"
"You did?"
"I thought I did."
"Could be because I just tapped the excess sour cream off of this spoon for the dip I'm making..."
"SOUR CREEAAM?? But... I love sour cream....."
"I know you do."
"Wait a minute! Were you even going to tell me there was a sour cream spoon to be had?"
"Of course I was going to tell you there was a sour cream spoon to be had."
"Sounds a little fishy, Mama... you just said you checked that I was sleeping and it had to be before you were holding the sour cream spoon or I would've smelled the deliciousness when you came to look in on me. I think you were checking to make sure I was asleep. I think you maybe thought that I was so asleep that I wouldn't know there even was a missed spoon..."
"Day... do I not always offer you the spoon??"
"Usu'lly. Guess I really don't know, for sure, though... you could have pulled this stunt before when maybe I really did sleep through a tasty-spoon opportunity..."
"I promise you, I have NEVER cheated you of a tasty-spoon!"
"So you saayyy....."
"Day! Do you want the sour cream spoon, or not?"
"Well, of course I want the sour cream spoon! I want EVERY sour cream spoon!! Even SOUR CREAM would want the sour cream spoon!!!"
"Here... it's aaaalll yours. Enjoy!"
"I'd enjoy it more with an extra dunk... y'know... to make up for the uncalled-for betrayal of trust....."
"Greyhounds are so unfair... dunk, dunk....."

The Snugga-Bugga-Boo Discussion

"Mama?"
"Um-hmm?"
"How come you always call me your lil' snugga-bugga-boo?"
"Well, I suppose it's because you're  just so huggy and cuddly and you love being tucked-in tight, tight, tight like a cute lil' burrito in your blankets... My boooootiful-bug-tucked-all-in-snug... so, I just can't help myself 'cause you're my lil' snugga-bugga-boooooo."
"It's kinda embarrassing..."
"I'm not embarrassed!"
"No, it's embarrassing for meeee... 'cause you say it in front of my friends and they call me 'a mamas boy'.....
"That's okay, you are a mamas boy... you're THIS incredibly proud mamas boy!"
"They don't mean it like that..."
"What should it matter what anybody else thinks?"
"I dunno... I guess it doesn't, actually....."
"So, I can still call you my lil' snugga-bugga-boo, then??"
"I guess..."
"Really??"
"Yes."
"I'm so glad!"
"But... just not in front of my friends..... okay, Mama?"
*sigh* "Okaaay..."
"Or, out loud..."
"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Speediness Discussion

"Umm... Uncle Day? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of speed racer, or something... doesn't that mean you should maybe, I dunno, have some speediness going on??"
"I am... but, my specialty is in sprinting... I need to pace myself for these long walks."
"But you told me you're a professional athlete, doesn't that mean... like... you should be in shaapppe??"
"I am in shape, Derby... for SPRINTiiinng! And anyhow, we've been over this... I'm RETIRED!"
"So, retired means you can just let yourself go?"
"Look who's talking..."
"Hey! I'm not chubby, okay; it's all fur!!!"
"Whatever."
"Well, I'm still ahead of you, so I wonder what that says on the topic?"
"It says you can thank your extend-a-leash for that one, Derby, 'cause I'm not allowed to have one, but if I was... I can guarantee you I'd be in the lead."
"I think it says I'm FASTERRR!"
"Yeah? Well. You wouldn't be moving so fast either, if you had to wear all the extra clothes that I have to wear... this stuff weighs as much as I do; it's a workout just to leave the house!"
"Excuses, excuses....."
"No excuses... just facts."
"Yeah, but the only fact actually in-play right now, is that I'm ahead of you... which means... Iiiiii'm FASTERRR!!!"
"Nephews are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."

The Bed-Stealing Discussion

"So, um... Da-aayyy...."
"What's up, Mama?"
"Just wondering if you have any idea of why Dad's pillows, along with one of the extra blankets, are on your chaise?"
"Actually... I was just about to ask you the same thing... that's SO weird!"
"So you know nothing, then?"
"Nope. Guess Dad must have just decided to sleep over there instead of here... good thing I'm as comfortable here on your bed as I am on my chaise, which heeee took over, so you wouldn't feel lonely, huh Mama?!"
"I think there might be more to the story than you're telling me because I know, for fact, that we tucked you into your own chaise last night... Did you maybe wake up in the night to get a drink, or to make a bathroom run?"
"Welllll, I did have to go to the bathroom at three o'clock buuuut... I got Dad up to take me so you could sleep! That was thoughtful of me, right??"
"Totally."
"You're welcome!"
"Still doesn't explain why you slept up here and it appears your dad slept over there..."
"Well... I just thought I should be thoughtful to Dad, too... y'know, like I was thoughtful to you....."
"So, it was 'thoughtful' to take his spot?"
"No, not 'take'... waaaarrm... I was warming Dad's spot for him."
"So, what happened?"
"Ummm... he took too long?"
"Are you asking me?"
"No. He definitely took too long! I mean, how long does it take to lock a door and set an alarm that's like TWELVE steps away from the beeedddd???"
"So, you fell asleep while 'warming' and left no room on the bed for Dad."
"How should I know what happened next? You JUST said it... I was asleeeeep by then!!!"
"You're going to take no responsibility, at all... are you?"
"Why would I take any responsibility?? Look at my chaise! I didn't put that mess there... so, why should IIIiiiiii have to sleep in it??!"
"Not an ounce of remorse either, I see?"
"Remorse?? Hey... if that chaise is good enough for me then it's good enough for Dad!"
"Greyhounds are so unreasonable... grumble, grumble....."

The New Year Discussion

"Well, if that isn't a face lost in some deep thoughts! What's got you so down, Day?"
"I liked my Old Year..."
"I did, too. We had a whole year of incredibleness, didn't we?"
"Yeah... and that's why I'm sad..... I just didn't want it to end."
"Well, try not to think of it as an ending and try instead to think of it as a fresh new beginning of the awesomeness still ahead for us in 2015!"
"Do you really think it'll be okay, Mama?"
"I know it'll be better than okay, Day."
"How do you know?"
"I know because we're going into this exciting New Year together and because we're always here for each other... and especially because every single day of every single year I love you even more... A whole brand new year of all of these things having even more time to grow, what could be happier New-Yearwise than that??!"
"I guess so... but, we're still going to do all our favourite stuff from last year, right Mama? Like snacks and plays and lots and lots of cuddles....."
"I promise you all the snacks and plays and cuddles you can stand, Day... all the walks, too!"
"Walks? Actually... that's one part of 2014 I wouldn't miiinnd doing away with; we could add in some extra sleepy-time instead... How 'bout we make that our first resolution?! Oh, this is going to be a FANTASTIC New Year, now!"
"Sweet attempt, Day... but walks are staying on the schedule for 2015."
"Man! Even in the New Year mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."