We were in the middle of some yard work and play area rearranging when Preston headed into the house. Then back out.
A few minutes later I passed him on my way into the house to get some water.
He was sitting in my chair. Water on the balcony. Cheetos in a bowl in his lap.
He looks comfy doesn't he?
He informed me as I walked past him that he was NOT getting up. He was tired. And he was staying right there.
Rough life he leads!