I have three dogs who stay with me in the sunroom/sewing room that my great grandchildren call the dog room. Does that tell you anything? They go in and out the doggy door in the glass storm door, chase squirrels that are always on the fence or in a tree, sleep on their pallets under my feet and occasionally come and stand on their hind legs with their front paws on my knee to demand some ear-scratching.
When I'm doing hand work, they come to see what I'm doing, but quickly get bored and go back to the squirrels or to sleep.
One is a Yorkie, one is a Schnauzer and one is a Pomeranian we rescued from the pound just a few hours before she was due for execution. Visitors have to get used to them--they were here first.