Me: Guess what, Lord Dormir?
Lord Dormir: You invented an automatic cat-petting machine?
Me: Uhh… no. But I did buy you a new jacket to replace the old fleece one which is all worn out.
Lord Dormir: Historically this has not worked out in my favor.
Me: Well, I think this one is really cute. Also, very festive.
Lord Dormir: Alright, let’s see it then.
Lord Dormir: If you make me wear this, I will knead you repeatedly in the exact same spot until your skin turns black and blue.
Me: First of all, how is that different from any other day? Secondly, totally worth it.
Lord Dormir: Fine, I’ll wear it. But you are not putting my picture in the blog.
Me: Too late.
Lord Dormir: I’m calling the ASPCA.
Me: This is the cutest jacket of all time. Obviously they’ll side with me.
Selby and Emerson: *spoon*
Me: Awww… *takes picture*
Emerson: Seriously Mama, do you HAVE to take our picture every time we cuddle? You’re like one of those puparazzi who take pictures of famous people all the time.
Me: I think you mean paparazzi.
Emerson: Whatever. Just calm down with the pictures already.
**Original post from December 1, 2011
Today Emerson is making an appearance on a friend’s blog, doing something he does regularly when we’re at the groomer’s. He always likes to be wherever I am, but sometimes he is just gets in the way so I have to put him in the back room, which is separated from the front desk/lobby area by a dutch door (when I am trying to clean the floor, for example). Most of our clients are shocked to see how much of him is visible when he pops up to see what I am doing on the other side of the door.
Me: Come here Emerson!
Emerson: Here I am Mama! What’s up?
Me: Now that your stitches are out, we finally get to take off the Cone of Shame.
Emerson: OMG I am SO HAPPY to have that collar off! *happy dance*
Selby: Aww, look at him rejoice. Isn’t it sweet?
Me: Yes, Selby, it sure is.
**Original post from July 17, 2011