My life next to a snoring dog

Max is a Boston Terrier we "rescued" from Craigslist.

Max

I say rescued because we bought him from his previous owners who we think were apartment dwelling Jews (Maxwell use to freak out at the sight of Christmas trees and enjoys laying on our deck in the sun, not to mention running around our yard). I don't think we actually rescued him from some horrible fate, but it makes us feel better to use that language.
 
Max lives with us in a home where he has his choice of premium napping places; the couch, chair, our bed, his bed, in the sun through our patio door and so on...Yet without fail Max always chooses to lay next to myself or my wife and snore. He is constantly snoring. This isn't a cute baby snore like our newborn daughter graces us with (the sound of fresh lungs enjoying the life-long process of every inhale and exhale), this is a squish-faced snot-nosed snore that sounds like a wet rubber ball trying to fit through a crack in a glass door. Its loud. It can be annoying, and its anything but subtle.
 
However there is something about it that seems relaxing and without fail it constantly makes me wish I was napping too, without a care in the world.