Who was on my bed?

Last night, Victoria and James decided to watch "The Lorax" outside. The usual swing wasn't that comfortable apparently, so they opted for Henry's doggy bed. Henry kept trying to weasel in but clearly there was no room left for him. He stood by their feet and barked at me, as if to say, "Hey, what's going on here? This is my night night space!" 

What's a dog to do when your bed has been stolen by two little monkeys!?!