The Dog n' Daddy Show

The Spouse, in his flannel nightshirt, comes into our bedroom, where I am sitting with my laptop. He lies down, head at the foot of the bed, and begins to do his evening crunches (he is a virtuous person).

Emily comes in. Notices Daddy bobbing up and down, makes the only conclusion a Silly Dog can make. It's playtime!

She brings her tugging ball and stands at the foot of the bed, eyeing Daddy.

Every time his head goes down, she growls and shakes the tugging ball. When he switches to arm exercises she switches to whining through her nose and prodding at me, the non-combatant, with her cold, damp snout. Now she's chewing on her bed (which is at bedside) and he's doing arm curls. Never a dull moment; I don't doubt each one thinks the other is crazy.