Zaldi (background), Syd, and Wolfgang relaxing in the bedroom.  If there's attention to be given....

I also call Wolfgang "Anvil Head," for reasons which should be obvious in this picture.  He could balance a pitcher on his head if he'd sit still for it.

Wolfgang (left) and Zaldi intently concentrating on something, probably involving food.  Wait...I can assure you that it involves food with that amount of attention.

Zaldi lounging against the couch.  Probably one of her favorite poses, although she looks particularly annoyed here because I wanted to take her picture.

I don't think she likes having her picture taken.

Wolfgang, licking his chops.

When we got him, we thought his driving force in life was people and being near them.  We've come to realize that it's actually that it's only people because they have opposable thumbs and provide food.  That's Wolfgang.  He's kinda simple and straight-forward that way.

Another picture of Wolfgang, trying to fit on his bed, who seems to be far more tolerant of the camera than Zaldi ever has been.

Then again, he's a lot more open to humiliation over the possibility of getting a treat or some praise, even allowing himself to be taught "roll over," which he'll now do at the drop of a hat.

When he does it, Zaldi usually looks on with disgust.