So okay, I admit it. I moved Bertie’s chair. Well, in my defence, there was a corner of the lounge that looked really bare after the Christmas tree had gone. And anyway, what sane person reserves a chair in their office just because a particularly lanky streak of greyhound doesn’t realise that he’s a dog and should sit on the floor? Okay. I feel slightly guilty. What? I put a rug down didn’t I?