Cyrus doesn't know he's a dog. When I turn the bed down for the night, he follows me and then oversees my task...like I'm his servant and am getting the bed ready especially for him. Last night, after I turned down the bed, I came back into the bedroom to find him cuddled up with my pillow. When I told him to scooch, he just sighed and plopped down at the foot of the bed...slightly irritated that he had to move. We're just thankful he'll share his bed with us.