Maybe because of my sore back, I've been overly concerned with finding a comfortable position lately. Sitting, standing, lying: all I can think about is the alignment of my spine. I'm afraid of angering the Gods of Sciatica.
So when I walked by our geriatric old man Bullie and saw this, I had to resist the urge to rearrange him. That just can't be comfy!
On the other hand, he seemed to be enjoying the sun on his bum.