When you are sound asleep and your husband taps you on your shoulder. You turn over to see what he wants and he is pointing at your pillow. About 4 inches from where your head was just lieing the pillow is covered in poop from where your dog was sitting after she had diarrhea and had it covered all over her butt.
You vaguely remember her hopping up on your chest to sit on you and give you kisses a little earlier.
You know you still love her when you let her sleep with you again the next night and take another chance of getting another surprise awakening.
