A Tree Falling in the Forest

At 2:22 AM, I had an epiphany. My wife and I have a dog named Shelby. Shelby has, to put it mildly, some quirks. One nice quirk is that she likes to get hugs from Susan and me. If we are sitting on the couch together Shelby wants to sit between us. If one of us is out, Shelby will whine and wander the house until we return. Shelby frequently licks Susan’s face, but rarely licks mine. I assume it is because Shelby, a generally nervous dog, is more comfortable with Susan. At 2:22 AM, Shelby paused from her snoring to burp up some dog food. Maybe I should be thankful that Shelby doesn’t lick my face.