Comfort and prestige
This is the sofa opposite Clive’s bed.
There’s no doubt that it’s comfortable, but there also seems to be a great deal of prestige attached to sleeping on it.
Both the dogs insist on occupying it alone, and will drive the other off.
How come they’re both on it now, you ask? Well it’s because I was squeezed between them till a moment ago, acting as a buffer, and then slipped away leaving them fast asleep!