Studio Dog

Dog leash in my hand and newborn strapped to his chest, Ken and I used to walk to the studio as a family. Through those early days, our rescue dog Charlie would snooze in the corner or sit at the door, not yet bold or confident enough to explore or defend his territory. The building caretaker, who called him “the boss”, would sneak him treats. Visitors would try unsuccessfully to cajole him into some affection. He would steal back rubs from the rolls of fabric under the cutting table (much to my dismay). And in general he was a hesitant, but happy occupant of my new sewing space.

But as time passed, it became more and more apparent that he wasn’t totally comfortable there. Levi had long taken to having his naps at home and Ken had developed a burgeoning photography business with a studio down the hall from his snores. And so, I now sew solo. Charlie gets to keep his title of “Studio Dog” but with a new location and a few changes to his job description. He doesn’t get as many treats, but the back rubs abound. Instead of being chased for love by new faces, our herd of boys are the ones offering pets and tail pulls. And the only person he currently feels inclined to bark at is the postman.

Coat: Shawl Collar Wrap
Photos: Ken Heinbecker
Beauty: Sarah Jamieson