Oh puuuuh-uggs! Where are you my little ones?
Are you in your usual spot, stuffed in the corner of the couch, the couch we always have to cover with a fugly blanket because of your prolific shedding?
Not there. Mr. Santa will not give up the location of the pugs. Mr. Turkey stays face down, uncooperative as usual.
Or perhaps you are in daddy's favorite chair, where you can scratch up the leather?
Hm, I guess not.
Now I *suppose* you could, horrors, be in your beds, though I highly doubt that. Still, I will check.
Should I being to panic? Wherever could you be hiding in out 500 sq ft apartment (there, I admitted it--go ahead and feel sorry for me and my booger-sized apartment)? I will take one last look at the couch, just in case I missed anything.
Wait a minute, do I see two furry potatoes yonder there in the corner?
Why yes, the pugs have found a new nesting place. Perched on top of the couch cushions.
I believe Bunni began this habit, and Rikki probably joined her (sitting on Bunni in the process) because she is a dominant little monster.
No Rikki, momma's not giving you any treats. You can go back to bed.
Maybe I should suture their heads together.