My husband is one of the few people who can make me belly laugh - daily.
For example, yesterday I was sitting on the floor and Pumpkin, our full-bred-short-haired-brown-dog (Chuck's answer to "What kind of dog is that?") came up to me and licked me a couple of times on the cheek. I've never been a fan of dog kisses. It was only after watching "Mythbusters" and confirming that dogs' mouths are cleaner than human mouths, that I've allowed Pumpkin to kiss my cheeks and insisted that Chuck stop.
After Pumpkin gave me a couple of dog kisses she sat, planting her butt on my leg like it was a park bench. I've just gotten used to the kisses, I'm not ready for dog butts on my leg (that whole 'anal expression' thing).
Chuck saw me shoo Pumpkin off my leg and remarked, "Aw, Pumpkin. Mommy doesn't want your butt on her lap no matter how clean you've licked it."
Ya see? He's incorrigible.