When Fleury was just a wee thing, we taught him a great command called "place." It's basically where you put a towel, bed, blanket, mat on the floor and it becomes a "place" that the dog will go to on command. What cracks me up is how well this mister learned it, so well that anything that gets laid on the ground becomes a place without us mentioning it.
My sewing room is not overly large, but certainly there are many places for a pup to lay that aren't directly on the particular quilt that's been laid out to be currently worked on. But apparently, none of those are his "place," as evidenced by these photos.
But seriously, can you really get angry with that face?
(And, um, sorry to all of you who's quilts he's made his place. Before mailing, I definitely tried to shake out all the dog hair!)