IN Georgina Montagu’s book Top Dogs (Review, September 21, 2022), which explores the relationship between humans and their four-legged friends, the matter of where they sleep is regularly addressed. At one stage in their lives, all six of Carole Bamford’s shih tzus slept on her bed —on a pillow, stretched out alongside her and curled at her feet. Cedric, a whippet belonging to the gallerist Philip Mould, regularly sneaks under the duvet at night. John Pawson, the architect famous for his neutral, pared-back aesthetic, owns a cockapoo, Lochie, who enjoys free rein of the house and all its furniture; his dog bed, for when he chooses to use it, is upholstered with one of his master’s cashmere jumpers. Even the shepherdess Alison O’Neill allows her sheepdog, Shadow, to snooze in front of the fire in her house.
The Duke of Richmond’s dogs, two cocker spaniels and a dachshund, exist in what might be described as the twilight zone when it comes to dogs’ sleeping habits. ‘We don’t say they’re not allowed upstairs, but they don’t have beds up there.’ The only person interviewed in the book who seems to hold a more old-fashioned view on this subject is Jake Fiennes, head of conservation for the Holkham Hall estate in Norfolk and brother of the actor Ralph. Logan, a cocker spaniel, sleeps in a crate. ‘Dogs in the bed? Absolutely appalling,’ he says.
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Save our family farms
IT Tremains to be seen whether the Government will listen to the more than 20,000 farming people who thronged Whitehall in central London on November 19 to protest against changes to inheritance tax that could destroy countless family farms, but the impact of the good-hearted, sombre crowds was immediate and positive.
A very good dog
THE Spanish Pointer (1766–68) by Stubbs, a landmark painting in that it is the artist’s first depiction of a dog, has only been exhibited once in the 250 years since it was painted.
The great astral sneeze
Aurora Borealis, linked to celestial reindeer, firefoxes and assassinations, is one of Nature's most mesmerising, if fickle displays and has made headlines this year. Harry Pearson finds out why
'What a good boy am I'
We think of them as the stuff of childhood, but nursery rhymes such as Little Jack Horner tell tales of decidedly adult carryings-on, discovers Ian Morton
Forever a chorister
The music-and way of living-of the cabaret performer Kit Hesketh-Harvey was rooted in his upbringing as a cathedral chorister, as his sister, Sarah Sands, discovered after his death
Best of British
In this collection of short (5,000-6,000-word) pen portraits, writes the author, 'I wanted to present a number of \"Great British Commanders\" as individuals; not because I am a devotee of the \"great man, or woman, school of history\", but simply because the task is interesting.' It is, and so are Michael Clarke's choices.
Old habits die hard
Once an antique dealer, always an antique dealer, even well into retirement age, as a crop of interesting sales past and future proves
It takes the biscuit
Biscuit tins, with their whimsical shapes and delightful motifs, spark nostalgic memories of grandmother's sweet tea, but they are a remarkably recent invention. Matthew Dennison pays tribute to the ingenious Victorians who devised them
It's always darkest before the dawn
After witnessing a particularly lacklustre and insipid dawn on a leaden November day, John Lewis-Stempel takes solace in the fleeting appearance of a rare black fox and a kestrel in hot pursuit of a pipistrelle bat
Tarrying in the mulberry shade
On a visit to the Gainsborough Museum in Sudbury, Suffolk, in August, I lost my husband for half an hour and began to get nervous. Fortunately, an attendant had spotted him vanishing under the cloak of the old mulberry tree in the garden.
