At Least I Was Warm

I woke up last night with my dog on my head.

Let me say that again.

I WOKE UP LAST NIGHT WITH MY DOG ON MY HEAD.

Now, it was strange because he never does that. It clearly is not a comfortable position for either of us. And I don't know what was going through his pea-sized brain when he got up from his dog bed and actively crawled into a U-Bend to envelop the top half of my head. It was so bizarre waking up in a cocoon of fur and dander. Way stranger, I might add, than the concept of the movie Cocoon, the "feel good" flick about old people having sex.

That movie was whack.