I do my best to pretend he isn’t there and climb in, glad the bed is big enough for me to do so without disturbing him, hauling the tv remote with the bed covers and switching it on. As soon as the screen lights up, the dog lays his head at the base of my feet and closes his eyes.

A little weird, but at least he isn’t staring at me anymore, and I resign myself to my new bedmate. A grudged one. If he isn’t going to eat me, he better not be a snorer. I may throw him out the window ...