Oh, the trouble I get into after Hugh goes to bed...
Neither were very thrilled with that arrangement.
I thought I might have better luck with Willie.
I gave up on trying to get the three of them to look at the camera. Snow was perfectly fine with Willie, but wasn't thrilled at all with Poppy being little Miss Priss in his house. Poppy just preened and ignored him.
And Willie just looked like the lovable dumbass he is.
And, honey, Willie dropped his bone somewhere. I couldn't find it... might have rolled under the couch.
He's still got his sock monkey, though.