These arenāt just dogs.
They are the heart of the shop, the namesake of the brand, and the reason this business exists at all.
Lokki wasnāt supposed to be my dog ā he was intended for someone else.
But dogs choose their person, and Lokki chose me.
As a puppy, he imprinted on me during a midnight potty break.
A noise in the woods startled him; he froze.
When I told him,
āDonāt worry, I wonāt let anything bad happen to you,ā
he trusted me completely⦠and he never left my side again.
Lokki is timid with strangers, and his anxiety comes out as a bark deep enough to stop a grown man in his tracks ā a true āCujo bark with a teddy-bear heart.ā
He wouldnāt bite a flea, but people donāt know that.
Heās just scared⦠and trying to protect the one person he imprinted on.
But the best part of Lokki is his Daddy Dog instinct.
He loves to play with toys, often rolling onto his back with the toy in his mouth and letting the others āattackā him gently.
Around smaller dogs he becomes extra tender, adjusting his energy instantly.
He leads the pack with quiet love and infinite patience.
Lokki is my shadow.
My grounding force.
My steady soul.
Fritz came from a foster home after being rescued from Alabama.
The very first thing he did during introductions was bark at Lokki and Yogi ā one decisive, confident bark.
Not aggressive.
Just, āIām here. Pay attention.ā
He grew into exactly that role ā The Sarge.
If a car drives by, Fritz announces it.
If someone knocks, heās already two steps ahead of everyone.
When groceries come into the house, he sits in front of them like a little sentry until theyāre put away.
But behind the tough-guy act is a dog with an enormous heart.
Fritz is the emotional monitor of the pack ā he knows when someone is upset, scared, or hurting, and heās the first to check on them after the vet, or after a stressful moment.
Heās independent, comfortable doing his own thing, and perfectly content supervising from the dog couch.
But when the pack needs him, he steps in instantly.
He may be small, but he carries himself like a guardian.
Stevie was a leap of faith ā a special-needs rescue overlooked for more than a year.
Double merle.
Micropthalmia.
Partially blind.
Mostly deaf.
But full of heart.
I adopted her because she deserved love and stabilityā¦
and she repaid that by instantly bonding to me like Velcro.
Stevie steals affection.
She doesnāt ask for attention ā she takes it with a full-body hockey hip check into my leg, claiming her spot.
She pushes her way between the other dogs if she feels the love levels arenāt balanced in her favor.
Despite her rough start, Stevie is incredibly intuitive.
She mirrors Lokki when Iām gone, learning from his calm leadership.
She channels her inner Fritz when visiting dogs get too rough ā placing herself between them like a protective mom.
When Hillary brings Dexter and Cobie over, Stevie becomes the referee, keeping play fair and safe.
She is nurturing, affectionate, curious, and an unstoppable joy machine.
Her fur is the softest Iāve ever felt.
Her spirit is even softer.
Yogiās story began in Birmingham, Alabama, where he survived by eating from dumpsters as a puppy.
A rescue pulled him in, no one claimed him, and we adopted him into our family.
He didnāt know how to eat from a dog bowl at first ā he only knew survival.
But he adapted quickly and became Lokkiās emotional anchor during their early years.
Yogi is no longer with me physically, but he is still part of the 3 Dogs story.
He is now living his best life with his person, Tammy, and he will always remain part of the legacy that gave this business its name.
Director Emeritus ā forever in spirit.
ā3 Dogs Woodworking isnāt just a name ā itās my life, my story, and the pack that carried me emotionally through some of the hardest years.
These dogs grounded me, inspired me, and gave me purpose.
This business is my homage to them.ā
This is the heart behind the work.