I adore Boston Terriers. This guy is my Sammy. He is a terrible coward and likes to sleep under the covers at my feet.
This causes some problems because he also, um, poots. So, when my husband comes to bed, he throws back the covers and gets an eyewatering snoot full of gaseous aroma! I can't tell you how many times I have awoken to my husband's voice saying, "Damn it Sam! You stink! Get out of here and go sleep someplace else!"
Poor, poor Sammy... LOL!