Tender parts

This morning we pulled the dogs into bed with us (come to find out, we do lie down with dogs) since it's a Saturday and on Saturday we bend rules. Copper has absolutely no sense of personal space: "Ouch! Ow godamnit!" "Copper, get the hell off me!" "He keeps clawing my tender parts!" "Copper, quit CLAWING my tender parts," "And go to Waffle House and bring me back an omelette,"