Which is fine by me. When I was single (and more frugal) I slept on a cot. Randy (my current dawg) slept on it with me. All 86 lbs of him. After I got married, something changed. Randy sleeps outside. If I complain, so do I. GRIN!
/john
He was clumsy and graceful at the same time. It was like he knew he was huge, but was dying to fit in my hands to be loved.