Tired! He's TIRED!

Porter is so worn out from being at the dog sitter's all weekend that he can barely hold his eye(s) open. First it's old righty giving him the trouble:


Then trusty ole lefty starts slidin' southwards:


OK... holding your head up is overrated, too.


Then again, maybe this is a ploy to trick me into THINKING he's all worn out, so that I'll leave and he can throw a sexy party. (Also here. And here.) Check out Heavy Lids McWinkerson down there.