Our dog Sheffield has a very expressive face, so you can pretty much tell how he’s feeling by the way he looks at you, and sometimes it just makes your hear melt. That’s why we came up with the catchy term “I got Shef-faced,” which we use when he throws us an expressive look.
Well, the other morning, the term took on a whole new meaning. See, Danny gets up earlier than me because he commutes to the city for work. So, the dogs get out of bed with him to go out and do their business, and then they come back in bed with me and wait patiently for him to finish his shower, because he then treats them to a morning walk.
So, I’m out like a light the other morning, and suddenly I feel this weight on my face. I wake up, and in my woozy confusion, I’m trying to figure out what’s on top of me. Well, it didn’t take but two seconds for me to realize that it was Sheffield—sitting right on my face!!! I pushed him off frantically and dashed for the bathroom to scrub my face clean!!! Gross!
