Morag Myerscough on why her favourite object isn't an object at all...

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Photo credit: Gareth Gardner
Photo credit: Gareth Gardner

I got Elvis in the spring of 2018, when he was a few months old. My old dog, Fraser, had died the Christmas before, and I think sometimes you need a year in between.

I’m addicted to Westies. They’re really alert and interested in what’s going on – if they could help you, they would. Elvis often looks at me like, ‘Really? You’re doing it that way?’ He likes having a job, too. The bell never worked in our old house, but he’d always sense if someone was arriving and he’d get you to open the door. He comes up really gently and nudges your leg with his nose until you have to take notice of him, though it’s usually because he wants to go for a walk, or because his bowl’s empty. He’s definitely got the measure of me and my partner Luke [Morgan]. He’s trained us well.

We recently moved from Hoxton to an eco home in Woldingham. When the removal men were in the house, he just sat on his cushion and let them all move around him and give him the odd pat. I’ve always felt that I wanted to have this space where he could just roam around and do what he wanted. Now, he can have much more of the life I think he should have, and I don’t feel so guilty.

Even if you have other people around you, there’s a certain relationship that a person has with their dog. He sleeps under the table while I’m working and comes out with me when I’m in the garden. If I fall asleep watching telly, which is most nights, he’ll lie down on the floor in the same position. He’s a gorgeous dog and a continual companion. I love him dearly. moragmyerscough.com

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