Should I be Insulted?

We woke up this morning and Karlo tells me that he was dreaming of cuddling up with the dogs. At first I thought, "How cute." But then it occurred to me that he's laying in bed next to me, while dreaming about cuddling up with the dogs. What is wrong with this picture? After pointing out this little fact to Karlo he says, "They make better cuddlers." OK, now I'm starting to get insulted. They are just as boney as me and their breath is atrocious. I mean that breath could kill you if you're not careful. So what am I to make of this? Maybe I should stop shaving and brushing my teeth . . . grow a tail and pant when I lay down.