No, not bench dogs. Shop dogs. Two. There’s a cat around too, but he doesn’t visit the shop much. When he does, he has an annoying habit of leaving his mark, so I tend to discourage his visits.
The dogs are Murphy and Rosie. I probably don’t have to tell you which is which, but just in case, Murphy is the one whose fur is a dirt magnet. Everything tends to stick to him, especially wood shavings.
He’s a Schnauzer mix, extremely friendly but pretty vocal at times. Rosie’s mom was a golden retriever mix, but she’s only about 25 pounds, so there’s some other small dog in there somewhere.
We got both dogs from Animals Rule, one of the many rescue organizations around. They don’t spend a lot of time in the shop; they would much prefer to spend their time tearing up the yard, but they’re good company when they’re here.
They mostly just relax, but occasionally get up to examine something that fell to the floor or just wander over to get a pat on the head. Simple pleasures for all of us.
