Here's a funny for you: one of our dearly-departed Dachshunds used to love burrowing under the covers with us. If he heard the ol' barking spider, he knew what happened and would bolt for the door. He got to the point where, if he even
felt the gurgle and vibration of my lower GI tract in the mattress when I was laying there, I'd look down and see this inanimate lump under the quilt suddenly move like a mud flow over to the end of the bed and drop over the edge, knowing what was coming. LOLOL!
