One or two big ones- last night it was a black lab/great dane beast, which stood up on the counter at some kind of store and stared at me, tail wagging up dust bunnies from under the furniture, then leaned in as I leaned in and licked my face till my whole shirt was soaked. It felt fine.

More often, though, it was dachs. A bed full of them. squirming and snoring little wheezy puppy snores, across my back, between my legs, on my pillow, curled up under my armpit. I’d wake up to pee, and come back and a round dozen or more drowsy eyed dachs thumped their tails against the bed as I crawled back in, and nestled back into me and we all dozed off together.

One night it was a shiba welsh corgi. I was pouring coffee and getting ready for my trip to work, and I looked down to see it had stealthily eaten the bottom 18″ of my pants legs. It wiggled it’s bunny butt at me, and jumped up high enough to look me in the eye, and took a lazy tongue slurp out of my coffee.

I poured the rest of my coffee into his bowl and went to work. With a face like it had, what else was I going to do?