Which doesn't really mean anything except that there was a lot of sleeping to be had. Interspersed with napping. With quick breaks taken for deep snoring and dream-barking.
Cleo was inseparable from her grampa. His armpit, to be absolutely precise, but who's counting.
Sasha was bring uncharacteristically snuggly. Note she's actually allowing herself TO BE TOUCHED by the gramma.
Even the normally energetic Deedee could be found, at any given moment, with her eyes firmly shut in her little flat sleepy head.
And what were the cousins doing? Were they taking advantage of this rare lapse in black pug vigilance to successfully forage in the kitchen? Were they plying their wiles to get in a larger percentage of snugglage?
No! They were passed out, as well. Rikki here seems to have lost facial integrity.
And, Bunni, well.... what's that saying about a picture being worth 1000 words? I think these speak for themselves.