Thats about 61 pounds of Chub-a-de-Bub, there folks. Since it's an extra loveseat that we have sitting in the foyer, I just let him have it. He wouldn't growl if I tried to move him. He just goes "flat basset" and turns into dead weight, which is . . . well, DEAD WEIGHT! He's a good boy, though, and I let him have his relaxation.
George does the sighing thing AND the flat basset thing AND the thing where when you do squeeze onto the sofa with him, he flops over you and manages to double or triple his real weight so that you're stuck there. I blush to report that I've been known to move to another seat when he wants his couch.