Dwight just got up on the bed with me, chilled for a while, and then got up abruptly with the air of just having thought of something, then jumped off, got his antler, and jumped back on the bed to chew. I love that he has his own schedule for his day: after lunch, lay at attention at foot of bed to protect Mom from the thunderstorm, while chewing on my antler so I won't get bored. If there weren't a thunderstorm going on, I suspect he would be cuddled up beside me in a ball, napping.