Emerson: Hey Mama, whatcha got there?
Me: It’s a blog I made for posting our conversations.
Selby: Why do you want to do that?
Me: Because people keep telling me I need to share them. So I thought a blog was a pretty good idea.
Sir Oliver: And did you ever think maybe you should ask our permission before sharing our words on the internet?
Sir Oliver: Hmm? I didn’t think so.
Selby: Hey, give Mama a break. She means well.
Emerson: Yeah, Sir Oliver, don’t be so serious. Mama loves us. She can’t help it if people think we’re funny.
Lord Dormir: Maybe we’ll even become famous! People everywhere will love us!
Sir Oliver: Great, just what we need. More strangers.
Emerson: Don’t be such a downer.
Sir Oliver: =-.-=
Sir Oliver: =-.o=
Sir Oliver: =o.o= …
Sir Oliver: =ō.ō=
Sir Oliver: That blanket. I need to be under it. Obviously.
Me: I have never seen an animal stare so loudly before.
Sir Oliver: It is an art.
Me: Selby! Emerson! Go outside?
Selby: Alright, I guess so.
Emerson: Um, duh. Of course I want to go outside! When do I ever NOT want to go outside?
Me: Good point.
Emerson: OMG! Mama. There’s snow on the ground again! *lick lick lick*
Me: What are you doing?
Emerson: *lick lick lick* Eating the snow, of course! It’s WATER you can CHEW! Like eating and drinking at the same time! It’s amazing.
Me: Xerxes always used to do that too. How do you know it’s good to eat?
Emerson: Mama, it’s just something that every mountain dog knows. Like how to roll in the grass, or how to be pretty.