Lately Dante (our dog) has been trying to join Devon and me in bed.  Tonight, Devon went to sleep earlier than I.  When I came in later with the dog, Dante jumped up and defiantly laid down in the middle of the bed, butt dangerously perched by Devon’s head. 

I asked the dog, "What is wrong with you lately?  Are you frisky?  Why do you want to lay in bed with us?"

No, he didn’t answer.  Dante just put his head down and looked up at me with cliched eyes.  I responded:  "Fine.  Just don’t touch my pillow.  When I come back your ass better not be near my face!  Do you like it when ass is in your face?"

It was then that I realized I lost the argument.