Living room this evening, fire lit, lights low, few drinks, DH and I move from three seater sofa (where dogs are) to two seater sofa, losing clothes on the way. Well on my way to a very nice orgasm thank-you-very-much when I hear Stupid Brown Dog get off the sofa and start rummaging through the pocket of my trousers to get the dog biscuits in my pocket. So now I'm thinking about whether she's ripping the pocket open to get them or daintily picking them out, listening carefully to see whether I can hear the ripping of fabric, AIBU to just want her to give us a few mins in peace without thinking of her stomach?!