My Favorite

Oh!  You got my favorite snack.

Mulch.

Good to be Bad

Let me see. Yep. All these holes were made by me.
Why does it feel so good to be bad?

Hold It

I'm not chewing it.

I'm just holding it.

I like to hold it.

Eve of Christmas Eve

Santa's not going to count those couple of times

a little badness slipped out, is he?
Should I send him a text and explain about the 

yoga blanket, duvet cover and quilt chewing?

Does he know that sometimes after a naughty chew
I put myself in my crate for a time out?

Quilting Bee

I like to help by being the center of attention.

I'm enjoying this Gees Bend style quilt.
When their not looking I'll nibble off a corner.
I love quilts, they are so tasty!

History of KaChewKee Wrappers, Part I

You may know what it is like to feel "wildly" and uncertain. Thrashing about, flailing and failing away, in a cold world moving much too fast. I certainly do. I know the deep gnawing need for self confidence and security; reliable rules and well known boundaries, actual opportunities, exciting, not frightening, challenges along side support and positive reinforcement. Before I experienced any of those things and the time, relationship, consistency and connections those things require; I was a terror. To myself and everyone else.

I chewed EVERYTHING. Pillows and handmade quilts were my favorites.
I devoured corners of any kind and became an expert on making circles.
Fabric is my favorite medium.
Even when I chewed my quietest she somehow sensed it
and would catch me at my evil handiwork.
She insisted I contribute and not destroy.

I whined constantly. I can make the most pathetic noises that express far more than words ever can or do. But who can't? Anyway. I did so incessantly and I pulled on my lead relentlessly. I'd eat a 12 inch bully stick a day just to work off my anxiety. I worried constantly about my head top and hitting, sudden movements, something bad in the kitchen. I enticed and then skittered and growled. I wanted to be close but I didn't know how. If you looked in my eyes too long I'd go berserk and ricochet off the walls and furniture. Literally.

Eventually it got to the point where she said, "That's how little dogs wind up back at the pound my friend." It wasn't a threat. She was highlighting a fact. Because indeed that is how I wound up at the pound the first time! I drove her to her wits end and then I tried to push her a little further. But she didn't give up. She called the Zen Dog Doctor. The nicest man came over and spent time with us.

He changed my attitude, her approach and our occupations.
Who knew a toy could change your whole life?
Stay Tuned
more History of KaChewKee Wrappers to come

My Design Evolution

You might be wondering how a dog becomes a designer.
Let me tell you it doesn't happen overnight.
You have to practice your craft but just that is not enough.
You need to find times when your talents meet opportunity.
This is my progression


Step One: delicately remove all corners.
Let no pillow be spared!


Step Two: explore density, warp and woof on handmade quilts and tapestry.
Step Three: develop a perfect circle making technique.


Step Four: Make perfect circles through multiple layers.
Experience feathers and time in the crate to contemplate.


Channel interest and energy into production rather than destruction.


Fabulous!
This mod "La Dee Dots" print will be just wide enough
for that Great Dane in Chicago.