Two of us, one walk at a time
Krok came home on a rainy Sunday, all ears and opinions. By the end of the first week he had a favourite path, a favourite puddle and a firm view on how long a walk should last: longer.
Our days slowly took their shape around those walks. Early mornings when the fields are still grey, long Sunday loops, the quick one in the rain that somehow always turns into an hour. That's where we became a team.
Somewhere along the way, I wanted us to look like a team too.
I wanted to feel like myself out there, not like someone who had given up on her style the day she got a dog. Everything I found was either good-looking and useless, or practical and dull. So one evening I sat down at the kitchen table with a roll of rescued corduroy and started drawing.
Krok still tests every prototype, mostly the treat pocket. I still stamp each medal by hand, letter by letter, thinking about the dog who will wear it. Matchly is still the two of us, out walking. There are just a lot more of you walking alongside now.
Clem & Krok
