Anybody want a dog?

Rosalita had one of those nights. It was just warm enough - but just cool enough - that she couldn't make up her mind. Under the covers....on top of the covers....under the covers....on top of the covers. What makes it particularly bad are two things: she makes a HUGE production of how hot she is when she comes out from under. I'm talking snorting, spewing, everything but actually saying, "OMG I'm SO HOT!" The second thing is that when she gets that way, she pays no mind to what's the head or the foot of the bed. Where ever she happens to be sleeping when she gets hot, she heads out nose first. As a consequence, the bed clothes, sometime during the night, begin to resemble a huge laundry pile. Nothing is tucked in, anywhere. I've tugged, Tony's tugged, and as a result neither of us have covers. But Rosalita always finds a way back under...when she's cold, that is.