We had rearranged the furniture in the living room temporarily to accomodate the violent arm movements of our new Wii. The pugs retreated to a safe spot on the sofa.
Not so safe. After getting whacked on the head with a Wii controller, Sasha decided to flee.
oops. We had moved the coffee table out of the way, next to the sofa -- the customary location of the pugs' steps. Sasha jumped onto the table, expecting to be able to run down the nonexistant stairs. She was befuddled at being trapped like a drink coaster.