Who's been sleeping in my bed?????

Dogs are funny; not unlike having kids. Okay, VERY MUCH like having kids. At Easter, we got a new rug in the living room and I bought new (bigger) pillows for the kids to sleep in. My mistake was throwing one of the little beds (from puppyhood) into the dining room while I was cleaning. It immediately became the favored bed of our two youngest. All night the two take turns (sometimes not so well) sleeping in the bed. The funny part? Their sleep positions accurately reflect their personalities.

Teddy for instance, is insecure, barkish, aggressive when frightened. He jumps at everything. He is determined to try to get his ENTIRE body in this little bed so he can be hidden from all and sleep well...
Then there is our youngest, Seamus. He is the biggest dog and the big baby. He is also the most secure: very loving, very VERY laid back; people have told us often that he should be a therapy dog. He just sprawls over the bed, conveniently ignoring the small dimensions of the bed because to him, size really doesn't matter.

And Paddie? She is just too dignified for this nonsense. She doesn't have just a bed, she has a WHOLE CORNER of the room and the most coveted real estate in the house (by the big window).