It's a gorgeous sunny day, not too hot and not too breezy. Just right for napping by the window. (On top of my fave armchair, no less, is nothing sacred you little runts)
Who knows what was the sequence of events -- did Cleo pioneer the spot, and Deedee take over? Probably.
i grow tired of all this talk
Sometimes I have to believe that they do love each other.
I'm exhausted from all the self-congratulating I'm doing for being such a good pug mama.