The beasties are sharing a bed. Used to be Dingo's bed, but Finn doesn't know that/care, so she plops right on it as soon as she walks into the room. For a while Dingo would lurk around, eying the now off-limits chair, like, Where am I going to sleep? There's no more soft spots, before harrumphing on the rug in front of the bed. (Literal hangdog expression.) For a couple of liver treats, it looks like the sweet Kate can be convinced to do anything, including sleeping next to her bratty little sister!
See what I put up with, Mom? Surely I get an extra bone for this.