Do you see Bunni looking at me? Like boring her eyes into my head? It's because despite all the changes in sleeping locale that day, there was one place that she hadn't graced with her turgid self.
So she wanders over and does one of classic "Mama lemme uppp!!!" poses. She will perch her paws on your chair, arch her back, and then paw at you like she's kneading bread. Or trying to dig herself out of a grave. Either one.
While Kevin usually caves in and rewards this kind of behavior, Bunni's mama is made of tougher, meaner stuff. Not quite iron, but maybe some good synthetic rubber.
She takes the unusual tactic of sitting there and just willing me to pick her up. Don't be fooled. This is the dog that usually when reached for, backs away like you're coming at her with handmitts of fire.
Rikki, in the meantime, lay there watching everything. I know that if I picked Bunni up, Rikki would have been there in a hot second to use her big saucer-eyed puss 'n' boots look on me. By the way Kevin doesn't like it when I refer to it as her puss 'n' boots look, because he thinks Rikki has proprietary rights over the look and I shouldn't sully it by dragging in a reference to something other than Rikki. It is all her own.
Back to Bunni, who has kinda given up. I say "kinda" because do you see those ears? Yeah, she's still hoping.