She wasn't snoozing in her crate.
She wasn't sprawled on the loveseat, sofa, or easy chair. (Yes, she claims all of these as her own.)
She wasn't watching Jim ride the stationary bike.
I finally found her, sound asleep, sprawled across shirts and shoes:
|Yes, there are shoes under those shirts|
That cannot possibly be comfortable, and yet that is the spot she chose. This dog loves to sleep on clothes...