No dogs on the furniture, here. It was always a rule in my home when I was a kid, and I never felt any sense of loss that would prompt me to start after I got my own dogs. I have large dogs and a tiny bed...lol. There's not enough room for both of us. I have a ton of floor with area rugs, dog beds and sections of hardwood, so when they want comfort, they flop on the dog bed. When it's hot, they go for the hardwood. They are allowed to sit on the bed with me only when invited, but it's such a foreign thing for them that they rarely stay for more than ten minutes before jumping off again. Discoe does have one exemption: she is allowed to sleep in the bed with me when we're staying in a motel for a trial or a show. She's very trustworthy out of crate (as long as there's no uncovered garbage), and so she loves a big, squishy motel bed and stretches out on the far end of it. She's not much of a mover in her sleep, either, so she's very pleasant to share a bed with.
My fiance's GSD is allowed to sleep on the bed with him, but he always gives me the choice of leaving her out or crating her when I stay over. One night, I decided 'what the hey' and let her stay out. What a nightmare it was. Just eight hours of her sleeping, getting up, repositioning, going back to sleep. Waking up, walking over to us, squeezing between us and falling asleep with her nose in my ear. Getting up and walking down my legs. Falling asleep on my foot so that it loses circulation, goes numb and wakes me up. Finally, I just poked her awake, told her that I had to be to work in three hours, and pointed at the floor.
He sleeps like a dead man, apparently. Did not even stir during this whole exchange.
Looks like I will be continuing my dry spell of not sleeping with dogs in the home.