Face snuffles

In the morning I often drape a folded T-shirt over my eyes, creating a little tent of darkness so I can catch a few more minutes of blissful sleep.

Today Joe stuck his snout under the tented fabric and gave my face a wet snuffle, shocking me awake and cutting short that period of drifting between sleep and wakefulness. When I sat up, startled, he had a very winning 'dog smile' that made it impossible to be angry at the rude awakening.