I tried to go to bed last night, only to discover this on my pillow:

[sigh] The stench isn't the worst part. The worst part is the indignant looks I'm subjected to for snapping a picture and disturbing his sleep.

And, yes. He stayed in the same spot all night long.
"Why are you laying on me," asked Mr. Abby?
Yorkie, I replied.
He nodded, scooted over, and the two of us divided the share of the bed that wasn't occupied by eight pounds of cranky little dog.
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