When I had dogs, in my childhood, mine would try to sleep with me, and my sister’s with her. I say “try” because if our parents noticed it they’d prevent it. But it was cute, as if they associated both of us with different packs, and knew which pack they belonged to.

Me. He doesn’t mind being with my partner, but the dog follows me around the house, sits/sleeps on my lap, sleeps on my side of the bed, waits on the front verandah for me to come back from the shops. He’s supposed to be her dog, but we all know who he loves the most.

Me.

Not a dog, but our cat rotates. It took a long time for her to sleep with the kids but by now she goes to everyone. She switches every few weeks or so.