Find the beagle

Despite Butters peeing on my floor due to the terror of living through a thunderstorm this morning, even while Cassie thought nothing of it and probably wondered why Butters was so anxious, Butters is kind of cute. She has a propensity to engineer sleeping spaces, for example. On Saturday, no one could possibly find her:

She also tends to sleep with her eyes open, which can be disconcerting and leads to the belief that she exists in a constant state of giving side-eye:

As for the floor, not to worry; it's manufactured wood, and I have plenty of Nature's Miracle on hand.