My springer spaniel likes to hang out with me in the garage. Unfortunately he’s SURE the best place from which to watch me is the middle of the alley. Since he’s got all the car smarts of a drunk teenage opossum meeting his first highway this kind of messes with my concentration.
My elderly big black cat and my young German Shepard are my cohorts in the shop. The cat likes to climb around the bench top and usually manages to knock a tool or two on to the floor in his travels.
With the wood stove going now in winter my dog will bark to go in and out frequently because he prefers the cooler air outside, but still wants to be in. He loves to sneak sticks of wood from my scrap bins to gnaw on. When I am at the vise he inevitably wants to sit directly under it and will tolerate a bath in sawdust and wood chips without complaint.
Two very loyal companions. The only time I put them out is when a machine is in use, for their safety and mine.
My Jack Russel comes into the work shed now and then but he’s no sooner in to he’s looking out again. He likes to sit up high so I lift him up onto the bench to sit. He also has a habbit of sitting right under the bit of wood I’m sawing, waiting to grab the wee bit that falls off the end to chew on.