This is how it happens.
I hop into the bed -- and Archibald, ever at my heels, immediately follows suit. He pins me down -- as best he can with his wee princely paw -- and licks my face until I comply with his request for a back and behind-the-ears scratching. Back scratches are a most valuable currency in this home.
And then I give him a big smooch on his puppy cheek to say, that was very sweet, but now it's time for you to nap...and for me to do boring human things. Until the next night, between the approximate hours of 8 p.m. and 12 a.m. mountain time, that is.