poor, pitiful Tug

Yeah, right! I'm trying to do some paperwork for tomorrow and he just couldn't NOT be in my lap. So I get into the recliner with a lap desk which barely fits and is too tall the way I have to cram it in for stability and he gets up onto what's left space-wise. He snuggles down between my legs for a nap and, at one point, hears a noise. He jumps up to bark about it and conks his thick skull on the underside of the lap desk! He scoots out from under it and stares at it like "what just happened here" and looks at me like he was concerned about this new developement which is impeding his nap. Yes, I ultimately gave up and got on the floor (still with the lap desk) so he could stretch out better.