Hi Ellen,
Good for you! Our Golden Retriever camps in the foot well of the "U" while driving but is banished (sob) to the area between the front seats when our bed is out. He has realized that his early morning antics in that area are ignored by my wife, so he plays Marine and belly crawls down the isle under the bed to my side. I cannot resist that face and his little peanut head, and so the scratching and petting and daybreak begins. Were it not for the lattes I make every morning I'm sure our marriage would be in trouble.