My dog guards my door while I'm sewing so I'm not interrupted and I sometimes spend all day sewing. Poor husband some days has to fend for himself. He doesn't mind because he knows I'm in a very good mood when I'm in my sewing room. I'm always at peace in there. Well, usually, unless I made some big mistake and then I'm cussing and unsewing and throwing my fabric down and stomping out of my room and plomping down on the couch for a few minutes. Then I get back up and go back in and pick up my fabric and fix my mistake and relax and continue on. It is so soothing. I think my dog likes me best when I'm in there. He guards me from inside the room. A lot of times he comes up to me to be petted and snoop around and check on me, but he knows I'm always at peace in there. I love my sewing room!!