They’re really in the doghouse.

For the past month, Charise Paschall, 40, and husband Michael Pilgrim, 45, have been living inside this brightly painted pooch pad on wheels, a gift from a good Samaritan.

“We sleep head-to-toe, it’s all right,” Paschall told The Post on East 11st Street this Saturday. “If we get cold we have a thick blanket.”

Separate car accidents left them unable to work, leading to their life on the streets. They say they’re on the waiting list for more permanent housing.

They are upwardly mobile by necessity —
they move their canine condo every night for fear of being dogged by cops.