imagine: you’re sick, can’t breathe, can’t really talk much, so you stay home from work. you’re alone, or so you think. and you’re sound asleep. then–
someone smacks you on the butt. you wake up, startled, because you know you’re alone, and look around.
the covers look suspiciously lumpy. you pull up the end closest to your backside, and there’s a little dog’s paw.
yep, scout whacked me in the butt while both of us were asleep. he apologized and went right back to sleep. stinker.