Last week her father was over two afternoons and nights in a row, so Dorothy went all out. Plus the next morning he took her to the dogpark for even more running.
This was quite a gift to me, since that meant all Saturday Dorothy was resting from all the playing, so I could do things that didn't involve a bulldogge.
She slept all the rest of the day and only begrudgingly went out a few times to do her business. Here she is around 8:00 that evening, still tired, as you can see.
Dorothy humming "It's a Hard Knock Life" as she snoozes: