Quincy the bed hog

Quincy dog can be awfully finicky in the bed, and he is under the impression that he must be in between Sarah and myself with a no-feet zone of about 12 inches. So Sarah and I are on the edges of the king bed while our plump pooch sprawls out like a beached manatee in the middle.
I have tried to explain to him that this is the biggest bed we can buy; we are out of options. I have also pointed out to him that he can actually curl up in a bar, and that is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to Sarah and I stretched out to the fullest extent possible.