Current "The Tired" Threat Level: (Carll's Pants) ORANGE

YAAAYYYNNNNNNAAAAHHH

Oh, It's Just You

Porter is a total sleepy-head at lunch on weekdays. I rush home to let him out some days, fearing he is bored, lonely, or devouring the Christmas tree, only to be greeted by this:

Dog Tired

Every time we get Porter back from the pet sitter's house, he acts like he is going to expire if he doesn't lay down and act like an angel-type dog for about 12 blissful hours.


Holding head up... just... too... hard...


Porter, prostrate with The Tired. The Tired, it has won.


Porter likes to make himself as flat as doggedly possible, so that the pull of gravity is less taxing.


[very soft whisper, fading into nothingness] barrroooo....

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.