I brought the pugs to inspect the new wood floor in the master hallway this past weekend.
After thoroughly investigating (read: rolling around in) the house, the pugs were in desperate need of a bath. Sasha was being so ridiculously squiggly post-bath, that she refused to be adequately towel-dried. So she got a blow-dry finish.
Cleo is afraid, as of other things, the hair dryer. So she just got wrapped up, papoose-style.