Dear God, Why is this dog licking my face?

I go to sleep last night – and Jim is still puttering around the house. Suddenly, I’m having this horrible dream that this hairy, wet dog was kissing and licking my face…and then I’m half awake and I realize it’s my husband. He has to get rid of this beard – I can’t be woken up at midnight for a booty call by Scooby Doo…and then all during the “activity” I want to laugh thinking that I thought Scooby Doo was kissing me and I had to stifle the urge to say “Good boy….good boy..roll over.. do you want a scooby snack?”… Afterwards, I tell Jim and we laugh and he said, “Oh God your blog tomorrow!” It’s a dog eat dog world.