Olive was always destined to be my workshop companion and, as such, she started work straight away as a fresh faced little puppy. She had an interesting apprenticeship:
Learning to recognize different types of timber – by chewing them!
Helping me to distress furniture – although not always at an appropriate moment.
Applying paint in a most skilful way – well, dipping her tail in the pot and wagging it everywhere.
And always bringing me her squeaky screwdriver when I needed the real one.
It was hard work but now she is a fully paid up Nest furniture restorer and has risen up through the ranks (well, past me) to become the official workshop napper (both pre and post lunch), the front-of-house meeter and greeter (nice visitors might be awarded some sort of manky toy) and, of course, the official taster of all and any foods imported into the workshop.
'I don't understand the difference between a philips head and a posi drive,
they all taste metally to me.'