Let's see.
Yesterday afternoon, when I tried to take a nap, Bucky refused to vacate the bed and insisted on sleeping almost on top of me, despite the fact that it was like 90 degrees and humid. Then, because he wants to be as close to center top of the bed with his head facing the door as he can get, regardless of where I want to be, I ended up with a face full of fart. That was when I gave up on the whole nap.
Then, last night, he repeatedly pushed me over to the edge of the bed, sat on me with his bony butt, would steal the middle of the bed every time I had to get up (like having to get up to let Graham out to pee in the middle of the *expletive deleted*ing night) and kept violently kicking the *expletive deleted*it out of me while he was dreaming of chasing bunnies or whatnot.
And he made me get up at 5 in the morning so he could pee and then drag his ass back in the house because he wanted to stroll about.
Oh, and I have to shake out the sheets before I go to bed at night while screaming "BUCKY NO!" because he is so determined to be on the bed that he won't wait a couple minutes for me to pull everything off the bed, shake the sheet out, retuck the sheet and get into the bed (so I can get into place before he hogs the rest of the bed) And the ONLY reason I need to shake out the sheets is because he tracks dirt into the bed.
... But he's really cute, especially when you rub his face and he starts rolling around in ecstasy, pawing his nose and making his snorking noises... Even though he rubs his nose slime and drool into the bedding when he does it...
So, yeah, dogs are the best. Please don't tell the cat I said that.