Suzi walked by Patrick on here way to bed about a half hour after we got home from the Ports game. She said "Sean come get Patrick, he's on the stairs." So I said "Patrick go to bed" from my office not seeing what was actually going on. I had no clue, I hadn't seen him. So I sat in my office working for another 45 minutes or so before I headed up to bed and found him still on the stairs. Had to shoot this picture and post it. That boy appearently can sleep any where. I certainly won't pick him up anymore. That's a sure way to hurt myself these days. He's the big boy these days. Over 90 pounds. I save the getting a hernia for the day we have a fire or something. Instead I stood over him saying if you get up I'll help you to bed. He moved a little so I half lifted him. If I had let go of him he would have fallen down the stairs. He wasn't helping much. But he sure is cute isn't he. Still the Puff.
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