In the five weeks that Oliver has been with me, he has never chosen to sleep in a bed or crate, preferring the floor instead. This is consistent with what I know of his habits in his former home - he chose to sleep on the floor rather than on the people bed or in a dog bed.
Suddenly today, he changed his mind. First he wandered over to the Petmate raised bed near my armchair - a bed Charley has had from puppyhood, but now also frequented by Sadie and Belle. It is the most popular bed in the house. He stuck his nose along the edge, put his paw on it, looked at me, hopped up, and settled down for a nice long nap.
A few hours later, he got up and wandered into my office where I was working at my desk. There are two crates in my office - one is constantly used only by Belle, and the other by Charley. Neither like to share "their" crates. And what does Sir Oliver do? He brazenly struts into Belle's crate, ignores her alligator-like little snaps and protests, starts pawing at the mattress, and settles in for the night. Our Princess Belle haughtily moved out and with a deep sigh settled down on the floor.
Belle! I can't believe you let him get away with that! Was it royal graciousness or are you one of those females that lets a man control your life? We need to have a little talk!