Archer experienced a rough day. He was subjected to a morning's romp in the back yard while I scooped poop, a few hours nap in his crate while I ran errands, a walk in the woods when I got home, a lovely dinner(albeit an hour late) and an evening of lounging on the couch. Can you tell he leads a rough life?
A better question is ... can Weasley breathe? Being used as a pillow can't be much fun when the head that is nestled into your fluffy softness probably weighs almost the same as you do. Shortly after this photo was taken Weasley extricated himself and is presumably counting his lucky stars.
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