I’m working in my workshop today and Pickles does not like it one bit. She stands in the doorway, beckoning me to come back to the house, where it’s comfortable and where she can nap in her favourite spot. I have placed a cushion on the floor near my feet but she refuses it and instead stares at me from the doorway of the house, or sulks inside by herself. No… she’s not spoiled. Not at all.
Here’s another photo of her. I’m sorry that I chopped off the back part of her body but dogs are hard to photograph. The mark on her face is called “The Kindred Kiss” as this is a genetic mark that appears in her family tree. I think it’s adorable. My dog cracks me up.