OK, so they both just plopped me onto this Italian-style bed and left the room, when are they coming back? Iâ€™ve been waiting here for 5 minutes but no one has returned. Iâ€™m starting to feel super self-conscious with that Mother Mary and Child bust hanging on the wall above my head. I can deal with iconoclastic-Madonna-esque religious stuff but this bust seems to be hovering over me with an air of judgment and itâ€™s making me feel like I have to pee. My tummy is grumbling and I need a snack. When they come back into the room Iâ€™ll make sure to run in circles on this bed to let them know. I donâ€™t want to mess up this elegant bed spread but how else will I let them know that Iâ€™m hungry? I can try to jump off this bed but itâ€™s too high. Who sleeps at this elevation? A Queen? Iâ€™m a Queen and I sleep comfortably on a donut bed thatâ€™s 6â€ off the ground! Snort, Snort, I hear movement in the other room, is that water running from a sink? Those two Daddies of mine are always in the bathroom looking in the mirror! Especially the tall one, heâ€™s always picking at his face. I say leave that scruff on your face alone and come tend to your pug! Iâ€™m getting tired of waiting YAWN! I guess I have no choice. This is the burden of being a petâ€”always waiting!