When I was born our family dog (Toby) immediately decided I was his responsibility and much to my parent’s horror anytime he got the chance he would squeeze his way into the carrycot or pram to protect me. When he got the message that getting into the pram with me could seriously affect his living arrangements he settled for tossing slippers and shoes into me. I reckon it was thanks to Toby that I have always felt most at home as part of a pack (preferably populated by animals rather than humans). I grew up and now I intend to grow old as a pack member. Over the years I’ve shared my life and my living space with a huge cast of animal pack mates and we always had a healthy respect for our individual positions…