There's a Snake In My Boot!

.... or rather A Dachshund In My Robe!!
My dog Randy is a .... special dog. This is a dog that only plays Chase Me (no fetch, no chew toys- nada),  cries when you try and rough-house with him (aka playing like a normal dog) and carries mouthfuls of food from his bowl to the carpet to eat (the fake-wood floor is too cool on his feet/belly).
Since he has been banished to the floor at night (or until one of us goes to work in the morning) I have donated my Wall-E fleece blanket to the little man to burrow into.
Early this morning, 2AM-early, I hear a whimpering cry... Oh man, poor guy is having a nightmare! I only think this because he has them quite often- Lord knows what trauma this dog has endured that he gets night terrors. He'll be done in a second... when the crying continues I start to feel bad for the little man. I fling my legs over the edge of the bed and see that he was sleeping in my robe (My mom got me one for Christmas and in my attempt to not run around in my underwear looking for clothes everytime the FedEx man rings the doorbell I have been trying to get in the habit of wearing it) which I had dropped next to the bed.
I couldn't fault the guy-it was fleece just like Wall-E... thinking he had tangled himself up into it I bent down to him and noticed that he had gotten so cozy that he burrowed his way into the sleeve... when it started to get snug he panicked and tried to force his way out: Resulting in a long Doxie nose sticking out of one sleeve and the rest of his little body stuck.
I laughed so hard at my poor idiot dog- if he was a human we would be best friends and share embarrassing stories about ourselves together... It would be very creepy if he still rubbed his nose on my feet in this case...