You were still deep in sleep when suddenly you felt wet, warm tongues attacking your cheek, your forehead, your nose — Dodger was on a mission.

“Mmmph—” you groaned, eyes squeezed shut, but Dodger didn’t stop. His tail thumped wildly as he eagerly licked every inch of your face like it was the best thing in the world.

Chris stirred beside you, groaning softly, “Dodger, come on…” but even half-asleep, he was smiling.

You tried to push Dodger gently away, but he just grinned with those big, bright eyes, convinced this was the ultimate way to say “Wake up!”

Finally, you surrendered, sitting up and laughing despite the drool on your cheek. “Okay, okay, I’m up! You win.”

Chris rolled over, rubbing his eyes, still amused. “That dog has zero chill.”

Dodger barked happily and jumped up between you both, triumphant.

“Morning, loves,” Chris said, reaching over to pull you both into a sleepy cuddle.