Don’t have any silliness to report...
except for the usual... Mr Fred... my fat beagle who sleeps on his back with his tongue hanging out.
He has dreams of being chased by a giant squirrel and he will start running and barking. His barking will make him fart which startles him awake. He wakes panicked believing he is still in his dream but he is so fat that he can’t roll over and he’s like a turtle frantically trying to roll over.
When he finally rolls over and has his eyes wide open, he realizes he is safe. He makes a sour face because something stinks and yawns and goes back to sleep.
Mr Fred is quite entertaining.
If you substitute Beer for Squirrel and Stanley for Fred, you are describing my Grandfather.