We take turns taking the Spaniels out first thing in the morning. I don't know why we bother; as soon as Tristan returns inside, he runs to the bed and drags his cold, damp ears over the face of the person who was able to get a few more minutes of sleep. (while sniffing and then licking their face)
Tristan's Fetch and Tug Buddy: Tristan's coming to run his cold ears across your face.
Yvaine's Portable Furniture: I appreciate the war--
TFaTB: *puts FREEZING hand on YPF's waist*
YPF: Eeek!
Tristan: *comes gleefully bounding over to investigate the exciting new sound, and incidentally drag cold wet ears over YPF's face*
... So much for the half-formed notion of trying to hide under the blankets. Very helpful warning, there. So helpful.












