Hounds are hilarious and alternately predictable/unpredictable. Quinn (top) has never slept in this spot in the 16 months we've had her, and Scout (bottom) has slept here once in the 9 months we've had her. Yet in the living room—boxes of PROOF OF COLLUSION in background—*this*: 
2/ I then leave the living room for 1 minute, and when I come back Quinn (top) is sitting in a spot she's never occupied in the 16 months we've had her, and Scout (bottom) is in one of the "yoga positions" she inexplicably finds comfortable—perhaps because hounds have "no necks."
3/ I've never seen two dogs more bizarrely co-dependent. One minute they're "mouth-fighting" so aggressively in the living room we worry they're going to break something or take one of us out at the knees, the next they're sleeping *literally on top of one another* like pancakes.
