What the queen-bee pug wants, she gets. In this case, it's an extensive belly rub from the grampa. I'm pretty sure Sasha has mastered the art of mind-control.
Cleo and Deedee crane their necks around the grampa's lap, like they're waiting in line for their turn.
is that eau d'ear that i smell?
They'll have to wait for a long time before Sasha relinquishes her mind-meld.
it is! i will take a deeper whiff. perhaps a small slurp
Sasha would like the camera flash to stop, please.