Only if he likes you so I'm sure he'll stop soon. [ No headache is going to stop her from getting that dig in. And she's definitely not sorry. But she does groaningly haul herself up into a sitting position, or close enough propped on one hand that she can clap the other against her thigh to get the dog's attention. ]

Diablo. Here, boy. Come here.

[ The dog is more than happy to jump up onto the bed (a terrible habit that Kate already knows she is going to regret) and she reaches out to scratch his chest and ears and then pat the bed at their feet. ]

Down. Lie down. Go on. Dooooown. There, good boy. [ It takes a little encouraging and shoving but he lies down with his head more on Kate's feet and his body warm against Johanna's, and Kate scratches his ears more in reward before flopping back down. ]

There.