The title of this thread is what my husband said to me last night "umm, honey, there's a sled dog on the bed!"

Hobo discovered the bed last night!

Excuse the mess, it's our spare room--aka the storage room, doggy hospital, computer room, ect, ect! And no, he hasn't turned into a little sausage, it's just the way he's laying!


You can't make me get off, Mom. Look how cute I am....

So I let him sleep there for a bit, until I heard him up and trying to counter surf! Then he got put back in his usual spot!