Wives, if you ever want your husbands to talk incessantly, all you have to do is put on your slinky pjs and robe, lie in bed next to him and say "Let's just lie here and cuddle." He will twitch and vibrate and talk and throw off sparks of energy.
Then the dog will jump up and chew on his bone until he looks directly at your husband and kicks the bone off the bed. Then your husband will hop up and get the bone. Repeat the kick / fetch process thirty minutes.
Get up and go into the other bed and fall asleep until the opening bars of Stan Kenton's West Side Story jerks you awake. Oh, and then your husband will play the Dean Martin CD he just bought for his Dad's birthday and come in with the dog and dance with the dog to "That's Amore."
But, no. No, it isn't.