Still missing the dog, and looking forward to when I'm old and settled, so I can get another one. There's few things more reassuring than a contented dog lying asleep on the floor.
When I was a kid we had a hound, a useless thing but good natured.
He liked sleeping in front of the fire, but rarely got the chance. In the evenings he usually had to yield the fireside position to my old man. And at the weekend, when the old man went away fishing, my brother or I would take over the floor.
There are no photos of the old man sleeping on the carpet, but I found one taken, many years later, by the (platonic) love of his life, or maybe by her husband.