I'm dog-sitting this weekend, so this is the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes just before 7am:
Telling Butters to go away had the opposite effect of what I'd intended:
Believe it or not, this pathetic look came after I fed them both:
They're now asleep on the couch together. At some point today, they're getting an hour-long walk—which won't actually go that far, because beagles are scent hounds. Every blade of grass must be sniffed.