
It was a subtle, yet non-corporal, punishment meted out to errant students in boarding schools 8212; they are sent to Coventry, where for a specified period no one would have anything to do with them. The complete isolation is believed to bring about radical behaviour reforms in sensitive youngsters. So terrible is this punishment that many would prefer to opt for six of the best on the backside: at least this punishment was over and done with in minutes!
Our history teacher would borrow from this old boarding school chastisement and send students who did not do their homework to the last row in the class. This row was quickly dubbed by us as the 8220;happy band8221;. As a mother I found the doghouse a very effective chastising tool, especially at a time when there was no TV to turn Coventry into a happy interlude.
But none of this had prepared me to see a dog 8212; in the metaphorical doghouse. Recently, I called on a friend recuperating from surgery. An animal lover, her canines lay supine all over her room as she lay in bed. They never left her bedside if they could help it. Then a single big golden creature entered the room tentatively, took a quick survey of it, and then 8212; with tail tucked firmly between his legs and a hangdog expression 8212; he quietly crossed over to the balcony at the other end and stayed there.
Is the heat bothering him, I wondered. Why does he not stretch himself out in the bedroom cooled by a large desert cooler? He was in the doghouse I was told, he was being supremely snubbed and no one took any notice of him. He was, in fact, thoroughly ashamed of himself. His crime? He was caught mauling a piglet in the field next to the house. There could be no disharmony in my friend8217;s veritable Noah8217;s Ark: canines, felines, feathered species, creepy-crawlies, all had to coexist peacefully. There could be no brooking bloodshed.
Did I say the doghouse treatment was good for humans? It works even better on hyper-sensitive canines.