[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvCO4D6lKc8[/youtube] I got my dog, a cavalier king Charles, in Virgina four years ago. He is a cute, brown and white dog. We got him for my mothers thirty sixth birthday and she named him Charlie much to my dismay. She could not have come up with a more unoriginal name for him, but my sister and step dad did not mind. We brought him home and showed him his new home. He explored for a bit in and out of the house peeing and pooping a bit outside. He finally settled down on the couch and watched t.v. with us for a couple of hours. At about 10:00 PM my parents went upstairs to show Charlie where he would be sleeping. He looked around, walked around the bed, and settled in. It took him a couple of minuets, but he fell asleep. At about 3 Am he woke up and started barking, he needed to go out to pee. We took him out and he settled back to sleep.