One thing that I think is endearing about Fritz is a little morning habit he has. If ever John has to be up and about before me (which is pretty often these days) Fritz will get up with him, take his morning "relief" outside and get up to speed on what's happening in the house. If there is no walk in order or breakfast being cooked, he will inevitably go back to bed and sleep until I get up.

If John has to leave for an early Tuesday morning meeting, Fritz will come into the bedroom and instead of lying on his nice fluffy dog bed on the floor, will jump up and lay in John's spot next to me. Alright, I know some of you are gagging right now, but I think it's sweet that he assumes the role of "man of the house" and puts himself between me and any danger that could come through the door.  Alright, I realize that most likely he was just waiting for John to get out of the way so he could spraul out on the much more comfortable people bed.

There have been a few times when he's done this and I slept through the whole thing so that I went to sleep with my husband's lovely face there and I woke up to my dogs big, stinky-breath face. It's actually quite shocking.

 I think it's especially funny when he lays his head on John's pillow as though he were a people. This is kinda cute unless he decides he'd rather lay the other direction, then it's just gross and makes for extra laundry**. More than once I've been woken by the worst boxer trait known to man - military grade gas.

**(Alright, for those of you who are in shock about a dog's head being on my husband's pillow, no matter which end is on the pillow it goes in the laundry. That's why if I'm awake while this is happening I grab the pillow out of the way.)