dog beds and other major concerns

So tonight Archie actually took a pass on the couch. Let me repeat that...Archie took a pass on laying on the couch. I realize that my incredulity at this notion goes without explanation since dogs love laying on couches almost as much as licking their butts. That being said, I feel the need to elaborate a bit more on his temperament. This is a dog that gets on the couch/bed/chaise/fainting couch/what have you/ ONLY (mostly) when invited and thoroughly enjoys it when he's there. I'm not saying he doesn't hang about hinting, poking with his nose, clawing at you, wagging his tail and imploring with ears perked and brown eyes all round and soft...waiting for that invite but he will wait to be invited. And if that invite comes, he never hesitates. Until tonight.
Jackson was in his crib asleep so it was time for extra Archie love time. He's laying on his sweet-ass Crypton William Wegman dog bed that I just moved upstairs last night. Andy calls him over and he just blinks and stays put. Then, after a bit more urging from Andy, Archie gets up and curls up next to him on the couch. Not 20 seconds later, everyone seems settled in but he jumps up and goes back to that bed. I've been noticing that he disappears at night to our bedroom downstairs to lay on his bed. I thought he was just trying to get a little peace and quiet considering Jackson's habit of crying starting around 6:30-7:00pm but now I'm guessing it's the bed. He LOVES that freaking bed. He couldn't love the cheap dog bed NOOOO, he has to love the stupidly expensive dog bed. It is a great dog bed and I got it so I wouldn't be ashamed to have it be one of the first things you see when you walk in our bedroom. [Because there are just herds of people going into our bedroom day after day after day to tour its magnificence and it's been published in every design magazine, right? Nooo...as always seems to be the case in every place we've lived in, the bedroom is the biggest wreck and is more of a landing space for stuff I don't have a place for elsewhere + a bed. I haven't even removed the picture hooks from where Dennis and Aimee had their pictures hanging. But I digress] So now I'm thinking "I have to buy him another stupidly expensive dog bed so he has one to lay on downstairs. Well, maybe instead of the extra large size he has now, which Clifford the Big Red Dog could lay on comfortably, I can get the slightly smaller (and thus, less expensive) one, and get one that actually is more appropriate for a 60 lb Lab-Sharpei mix." This is going through my head while I brush my teeth. Why am I thinking this? As I type, his perfectly good inexpensive (and already paid for) dog bed lays unused next to me on the carpeted floor and I'm worried about if he will want to come and sleep in our room with us but not want to lay on this horrible dog bed that we've provided for him and choose to lay on his uber-cushy designer dog bed, all alone, upstairs, missing us horribly. Like the dog that rolls around in dead sea creatures on the beach is really worried about the comfort and design of his dog bed. Well, the good news is that crypton fabric won't absorb that dead sea creature smell.