I think his job is watching me like a hawk. Sometimes he works on his projects, destroying a new toy or gnawing a bone, while keeping one black eye on me. He seems to think this is quite important. You never know when I might make a fast break for the laundry room, upstairs for coffee, or out the door to get the mail and I must be escorted at all times!
If I sit down to take a rest, Jamie hops up on the studio couch and into my lap to keep a really close eye on me. When I am in the studio Jamie must be in on everything. But when its time to make dinner we both go upstairs. He goes back to his window and I get on with my chores. We are done with our work for the day.