It's hardest at night. Henley spent most every evening beside one of us on the loveseat or sofa. Then when we'd retire to the bedroom and start to lower the shades, he'd hear the noise and amble back to the bedroom. If we were too slow, he'd stand there impatiently waiting for his bed to be spread out. As soon as that happened, he'd get the covers just right,lay down, and release an "ummpphh" of a satisfied Dane.