Not fair

The pugs will never let me sleep late. And who can blame them? When I get up, I have to shower, get dressed at least vaguely respectably in case someone rings the doorbell, and then commence the neverending struggle to make something out of the day that is at least marginally worthwhile according to modern human standards. When they get up, they get to eat breakfast, and then basically go right back to bed.

So, yeah. What do they have to lose?