Good day, sunshine

Morning: Hey, sunshine! Is that a chihuahua on your head or are you just happy to see me?

Me: It’s a chihuahua. I don’t need to get up for hours.

Morning: Oh, carry on on then. Should I have her cover your breathing holes or something?

Me: Yeah, maybe I’ll pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Morning. Done, and done. See you in 10 minutes.

Me: Yeah, I know.

Chihuahua: *snore*