On a work day my fox terrier brings his bed and parks it in the doorway of my studio. I step over him as I enter and exit. It seems a small price to pay for his constant presence. If I’ve got a varied morning, packing up paintings for instance then I have to use the sitting room (my studio is very small). This space is more suitable for spreading out. He will then duly move his bed to where I am, making sure that he’s in the thick of things while he snoozes. Back in my studio as I go to work at my easel I feel excitement welling at the prospect of a day of paint. Alongside the pleasure of great company.