We used to go camping ... at night, we'd sit around the campfire, drinking some chateau cardboard and playing the 12 string, while our dogs would retire into the tent; Woodstock, my lab, taking up his position guarding my air mattress and sleeping bag.
From me! When it came time for to go to bed, he'd look at me, growl, and ask me where I thought I might be sleeping, because he was already very bloody comfy.