Being a Doggy Mama - Puppy Dog moments

I come out of the bathroom into the dining room.  I stop.

Dogette and Puppy Dog freeze.

They both look up at me, bodies quivering, tails wagging.

The carcass of a dead, plushy bunny is between them, one end in each of their jaws.

I look at them, they look at me.

I move into the kitchen.  

They start to growl at each other, and the game is on again.