Confessions of a Spooner

My dog spoons with me.
I know, it's sick, but also very sweet. That is if the mood strikes everybody involved right!
The other morning while fast asleep I heard the thundering footsteps of what could only be a 25 lb. shepherd/lab with the motive of love! Some pets would stealthily creep into the room so as not to be discovered and exiled, but not Zoe. In a moment of sheer elation upon seeing me curled there under the covers, she sprung in the air like a graceful ballerina and belly-flopped on my face. It gave new meaning to the word: DOGPILE!!
As I sputtered and tried to call for help with a mouthful of fur in her four-legged embrace she suddenly stopped, as if to realize she had infact attained pooch paradise by being in a "no-no zone," she dropped dead as a horse on the edge of the bed! She proceeded to "spoon me" for a half-hour growling menacingly at Tony every time she suspected he was trying to remove her from her rightful place!
And so begins the age of spooning in our home. However, I'm a little concerned for when our dog approaches the 60 lb. mark!
Buuuttt! I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.