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Like many parents, on our way into the office, we first stop to drop off our six-year-old, Monty. I give him a kiss, a pat on the head and wish him a good day. “I’ll see you later!”, I say with a wave, as he bounces through the doorway, excited to join his friends.
We don’t have a child. We have a dachshund. When my husband and I are at work, Monty attends a doggy daycare – essentially, a kindergarten for canines – where he plays and socialises, and is fed, walked and entertained.
