If The Pug had her druthers, we would be sleeping in (after our 5:00am breakfast call, of course) until about noon every day.
Fortunately, on a long weekend, I am able to entertain these preferences, and we do tend to turn into sloths when the opportunity presents itself.
If the pugs ever do want to take over the world (as I suspect they are planning to do), all they’ll have to do is fall asleep on the humans. Their soft snoring and warm, fuzzy bodies render everyone but the most hardened and heartless people inert, immobile and so dreamily sleepy.
For all of our friends in Ontario today, Happy Family Day! And…would someone mind bringing me some tea? I’m rather cozy here, and I can’t seem to move my legs to get out of bed….