Never fails, fluff the last sheet and someone licks the back of your knee. You playfully swat at the cheeky bugger but he's already pulled the tip of your tail as your hand passes through empty air. You turn but he is now on the bed rolling in those sheets still warm from the dryer. Exasperated but smiling with hands on hips you scold him to which he replies with a sneeze and tail wags. You crawl onto the bed and the rhythmic thump thump of his tail increases in tempo. He rolls and thrashes in the sheets but before you can reach him he is on the ground again. His tongue travels the length of your paw from your toes to your heel eliciting a yelping laugh as you turn to face him. He sets his head in your lap and looks up at you with irresistible eyes tail wagging. You can feel his hot breath on your thighs and against your abdomen. You stroke his head and pull playfully on his ears. He steps up on the bed and rubs his head against your neck. You hug him in an embrace that would crush the life out of anyone else, but his thick corded muscles ask for more. You breathe in your mingling scents and make a passing mental note that one of you needs a bath. He is not forceful and this marshmallow personality is anything but dominant but you fall back onto the sheets to his advance. You can not help but stare up into those eyes and that foolish smile.