On the long drive home from Tahoe, Sashacleo both decided they need to help their daddy in the driver's seat. After quite a bit of wriggling (note Cleo's squooshed little head in the background),
wrestling (note Cleo's yowl of protest),
and squirming, the puglets decided on a mutually OK driving position.
Not so OK for the man actually at the wheel, tho. Once we were actually out of the parking lot, I got one pug and the other pug got to stay with the driver.