This little fellow earned his keep at the writing desk, not the toy box. Long before ballpoints and disposable pens, this cloth dog was the quiet assistant stationed beside an inkwell, patiently waiting to clean nibs, blot excess ink, and save more than a few handwritten letters from disaster.
Shaped like a low, lounging pup, he’s stitched from soft, timeworn fabric with a gently padded body and a wonderfully expressive face. Glass eyes peer out with that slightly startled, eternally alert look, while a stitched snout and thread whiskers give him just enough personality to feel alive. The ears, mismatched and charmingly rumpled, only add to his endearing, well-used character.
Flip him over and the story really comes through. The cloth shows deep inky shadows, especially along the underside and folds, where countless pen nibs were wiped clean after long hours of correspondence. These aren’t stains so much as evidence, proof of a working life spent in service to handwriting.
This little fellow earned his keep at the writing desk, not the toy box. Long before ballpoints and disposable pens, this cloth dog was the quiet assistant stationed beside an inkwell, patiently waiting to clean nibs, blot excess ink, and save more than a few handwritten letters from disaster.
Shaped like a low, lounging pup, he’s stitched from soft, timeworn fabric with a gently padded body and a wonderfully expressive face. Glass eyes peer out with that slightly startled, eternally alert look, while a stitched snout and thread whiskers give him just enough personality to feel alive. The ears, mismatched and charmingly rumpled, only add to his endearing, well-used character.
Flip him over and the story really comes through. The cloth shows deep inky shadows, especially along the underside and folds, where countless pen nibs were wiped clean after long hours of correspondence. These aren’t stains so much as evidence, proof of a working life spent in service to handwriting.
