Dear Rocky,
You are a big, big dog. Can you kindly not lay completely across narrow spaces in my house, like the front hallway or the stairs or the kitchen floor, requiring me to take risky steps over you - fortunately, you haven't decided to get up in the middle yet, but at some point, I'm going to either end up with another sprained ankle, or a busted tailbone because you make bad choices for your sleeping places. The kitties have already caused me to do minor bits of damage to my ankles as they try and trip me, so please, just, lay out of the walkway?
Love,
Mommy.