Yesterday, with a migraine, I spent most of the day lying on the sofa with a pillow over my head to block out the light. Spike kept putting his "Fleecey Man" toy on me, and when I'd roll over or knock it off, he'd pick it up and put it back. Other than that, he napped in his dog bed, which was next to the sofa. DD said that Fleecey Man comforts Spike, so Spike thought I needed it.
DD wasn't amused, the other night though, when after falling asleep, Spike went in and put Fleecey Man on top of her. She woke up in the morning and the first thing I heard was, "Yuck!...................Spike!"