"Would you get off of me. I don't need to be humped right now," I say, pushing his koala clinging body off my leg. I bend down to empty his litter box--yes he has a litter box for night time, his breeder started it and until I can expect him to hold it through the night I'm fine with reducing my wake ups. He sniffs the new litter, then jumps on me.
"I don't want to be humped!" I stand up. "You are SUCH a boy," I mutter, walking down the hall, his happy-go-lucky self trotting behind me.
I guess, as my sister's vet says, "I'm flattered your dog wants me to bear his children."