Setting: Living room in a California townhouse. The wife is lying on the couch watching tv, the husband enters from the kitchen and sits on her feet.
Husband: What're you doing up? I thought you were still in bed.
Wife: Did you just fart on my feet?
Husband: Uh, no. That was, uh, Lily. (cue small dog entering from upstairs)
Wife: Really, because I felt it through the blanket. And Lily was upstairs. And I think you did it.
Husband: Well, I didn't think you'd feel it! Sorry!