Chesty was my sewing buddy … always in the sewing room, the longarm room, and posing in front of my quilts in photos.
Finn is more of a challenge and in Tampa, if he was in the sewing room with me he needed to be in the crate. Not a problem for him, he’d rather be in the crate and with me than downstairs with Keith. Here at Big Canoe, I’ve been leaving him in the downstairs sitting room that is between the longarm and sewing rooms and for the most part he just sits in the chair and sleeps while I work.
But yesterday while I was quilting he was not happy with the gate between us and no matter how hard I tried to convince him to sit in the chair and wait for me … he kept coming back to the gate. He looked so pathetic!
So I let him in the longarm room with me but told him he had to sit in the chair and stay … and he did. Just like Chesty used to do in Minneapolis when my longarm and desk were downstairs. It’s funny but as he ages he reminds me more and more of my sweet Chesty.