My little helper is more like a sheep dog. He's constantly herding me toward the sewing room. Most mornings, by 9AM, he is yowling to be let in the room, he does a complete check of the perimeter, comes back out to let me know all is well, and then sits in the doorway until I actually enter the room. He's got my six! Then he crawls into his bed and naps until I come back out. I wouldn't have it any other way.
