I have a comfy cozy now. At least that's what my mom calls it. It's different from my bed, which is near where Dad watches TV, and my puppy pad, which is near Mom's feet when she's typing. I used to have my own chair in the kitchen, but I can't jump up in it any more because my back legs stopped being springy. So my comfy cozy is on the floor where I can just step into it. It's in the room where Mom and Dad eat their food and right next to the kitchen, where I eat my food. Sometimes I sleep right in the middle. Sometimes I curl against a curve. I like my comfy cozy.