Last night, as Richie and I are drifting off to sleep, Lexie (our standard poodle, who weighs approximately 48 pounds and is thus like having a third person in our bed, if such person were child-sized) decided she wanted to cuddle with Richie.
Me: Awww, how cute, it’s like she’s your stuffed animal. Except instead of stuffing, she’s full of organs.
Richie: …. Wow. That’s gross. “Hey, you’re cuddling with a stuffed puppy full of blood!”
Me: I didn’t say blood…