So it's late at night, I'd had a busy day and it was really comfortable weather all day and no pajamas are required. Dressed only in my shorts I climb into bed and move around to get comfortable and I notice that my bed for some reason feels like I just laid down on the desert floor to sleep, instead of my 400 thread count, well broken in only set of sheets. What the hell? I jump out of bed, throw on the light and inspect my fresh clean sheets, only to find that sometime during the day, Macy had slipped into my room and jumped up in my bed to enjoy a few dog biscuits in privacy, leaving a full assortment of crumbs where she laid! Oh woe is me!