There is nothing wrong with taking a little dog nap, except when Mom declares it to be called a cat nap. Gross. Anyways, she has been interested in my sleeping habits and taking pictures.
Since we got new couches I have found a new spot. I have asked Mom if she would move my doggie den to this prime location. Normally, I choose places were everyone can see me, kiss me, and pet me. This spot just--works.
AT THE HEAD OF THE BED!!! This is where I belong. Dad does not like it when I sleep here. As a matter of fact he insist that I sleep by his smelly hobbit feel! EWWW! Don't worry furiends, I always scoot and wedge my between my rents. What Dad doesn't know is when he's away during football season I will be sleeping on his pillow. At the moment Mom only lets me sleep here when Roar is not our bed.