Sometimes, there is nothing better than taking a nap outside. Something about the perfect temperature, the slight breeze.... the plethora of sleepy, dead-weight pug. One is never without a sleeping companion in this house. or three.
Deedee is almost is buried-head node. note the daintily-crossed hind paws.
Cleo, as always, likes to be awake for maximum enjoyment of nappage.
I think Sasha may be in a coma.