So often, when I’m working in my studio, at my sewing machine or computer, I feel a presence besides me. I look down, and this is what I see… Izzy’s sweet face looking up at me. I scratch him a bit or give him a kiss on his head then tell him to lay down. If I don’t he’ll stay there all day, with his head on my knee. Eventually, he’ll settle down for a while, moving from place to place. Blocking the draft that comes in under the front doors, against the wall where I hang the quilts I’m working on or behind my chair, just far enough away not to get run over.
Izzy always does the same thing when he comes to the studio. First he pees on the mailbox then he sniffs at the wood pile then comes inside and waits for a treat. He settles in for a while and I forget about him until I get get that feeling of being watched and look down to see him looking up. It’s not always a welcomed interruption, but he always wins me over. I’m beginning to think that maybe he knows something I don’t, like when I need a little break and we both need a bit of love.