Belle recently discovered my guest bedroom, which has been largely closed off for the winter to save on heating. It's upstairs, has it's own balcony and offers a fantastic view of the yard and the surrounding area. And Belle is in love with it and has made it her new den.
Murphy used to practically live in this room until I started putting stuff on the guest bed to deny him use of it. But Belle seems to like it for the window. She's spent most of the last two days up there, but being somewhat insecure yet, she still runs back downstairs every time she hears me moving around. And once she gets a petting and determines that I am neither leaving nor dispensing treats, she goes back up. In a way, it's almost like I just have one dog again...or rather it would be if Murphy wasn't spending the afternoon on his dog bed in the bedroom.
Of course if I get lonely, all I need do is go into the kitchen and rattle the Milk-Bone box; I'll have both of them sitting in front of me before I even set it back down.