Well excuse me, Your Majesty

I was happily reorganizing my medicine drawer in the hallway tonight when I happened to glance in the living room. Imagine my surprise when this is what I saw:

There was Riley, curled up in a tight little ball fast asleep on the Corda-Roy. This is shocking to me for many reasons:

1. If you know us at all, you will know we are very strictly no-dogs-on-the-furniture kind of people. This includes all furniture, even the ugly hunter green (but exceptionally comfortable) Corda-Roy beanbag chair. 
2. Agility and grace are not his strong points. I know it's not a big step, but I am still surprised he was able to climb on there without falling over.
3. Riley did not seem the least bit concerned when I walked out and stood there staring at him unbelievingly. He just scrunched his eyes tight and went back to sleep. No shame.
4. He had the audacity to GROAN AT ME when I went to take his picture, as if I was disturbing a nap on a beanbag he had purchased with his own money.
5. When His Highness finally decided he'd had enough napping, he lazily stood up and stretched, leaving a suspiciously "Riley-shaped" divot in the Corda-Roy. I am wondering how many naps he has had there in recent days.

I love my dog, but I am a firm believer that dogs are dogs and not people. He has a nice fleece/flannel mattress in his crate that he is welcome to snooze on any time of the day. You don't see me sneaking into HIS bed trying to take a nap.

Anyway, I strategically refluffed the beanbag so that he would have to take a flying leap to land in the middle on top and snuggle down for another siesta. We'll see if he's up to the challenge. I'll let you know.