Not in the dog­house any more

Re­lent­ing and al­low­ing dogs to sleep on so­fas and even our own beds is in­creas­ingly com­mon. Tessa Waugh in­dulges in some pooch pil­low talk with those who gave in

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BRI­TISH peo­ple have al­ways loved dogs, but, his­tor­i­cally, their ca­nines oc­cu­pied a place in the do­mes­tic peck­ing or­der (pam­pered lap­dogs aside) that was some way be­low hu­mans. Not any­more. As de­picted in An­nie Tem­pest’s bril­liant car­toons, hav­ing a dog in the house is a slip­pery slope. One minute, you’re pulling their bed next to the Aga and the next, you’re invit­ing them un­der the du­vet.

And why not? Dogs pro­vide daily dis­trac­tion from life’s pres­sures along with buck­et­loads of un­ques­tion­ing de­vo­tion. Many of us (and dogs know this) would strug­gle with­out them by our side at all times and, when it comes down to it, a few dog hairs on the bed sheets is a small price to pay for your san­ity. Broach­ing the dogs in­doors ques­tion threw up plenty of stories about dogs mo­nop­o­lis­ing so­fas and com­man­deer­ing beds for sleep­ing, whelp­ing or both.

There is no doubt at all that dogs to­day have an air of en­ti­tle­ment un­dreamt of in the past, not least a tri­colour King Charles spaniel, named Bellamy, be­long­ing to nineyear-old Beatrice Busby and her grand­mother, Ju­niper Greener. ‘He goes ev­ery­where,’ sighs Beatrice’s mother, Juliet, ‘but his favourite place is my mother’s pil­low. Bellamy shuts the bed­room door be­hind him­self and goes to sleep there most days. He was con­ceived on the din­ing-room ta­ble on Christ­mas Day,

‘If I owned a pony, I’d have that in the bed­room, too’

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