I am in charge! No, really, I'm the boss.

Star is the most spoiled dog in the world. Not only do we allow her on the bed, but feel guilty when we make her move so there is room for us humans. I usually just roll her over which causes her to move to the foot of the bed - giving me the evil eye as she does so. The other night she was so insulted by the roll that she refused to even look at me or respond to my voice. By morning she recovered and was half sleeping with her head on my feet, acting like my best friend ever. Anxiously waiting for me to wake up and give her a morning belly rub. Does she have me figured, or what?