Why is a Yorkie like an Ab Roller?

My friday night plans are to put Gemma to bed, pop some popcorn, snuggle up with my boys (Jeremy & Rockstar) and watch Alice in Wonderland for the second time. I have been looking forward to it all day! I realize a few of the words in the Mad Hatter's riddle above are slightly off. That's because of a little story I have to tell you. When I heard it myself I laughed so hard I cried a little....

Rockstar the yorkie lives a charmed life. He sleeps in the bed with Jer and I every night. (Don't judge me). Well a few times each night Rockstar is struck with a terrible thirst that drives him out of bed and over to his dish. When he returns he whines for help getting back into bed. (Apparently darkness renders him unable to jump up on his own the way he does throughout the day). He knows that darkness also renders me grumpy and unwilling to assist small animals into my bed so he goes directly to Jeremy's side. This has become routine over the years and Jeremy doesn't even have to fully wake up when lending that rascal a hand. That reality became apparent this morning when Jeremy, while rolling over, elbowed what he thought was Rockstar. He opened his eyes to apologize and make sure Rockstar was uninjured when he saw it. The Ab Roller. That's right, it was in bed with us. As Jeremy put it back in its proper place (as proper as it is to keep an Ab Roller next to your bed) he saw Rockstar glaring back at him from his (rarely used but much more appropriate) doggy bed on the floor. I wonder what went through Rockstar's head in the middle of the night when he watched Jeremy ignore his whining plea and instead pluck the Ab Roller from the ground and place it in our bed.