Every carving is listening to your story. We are not selling boxes, but helping you build a breathing memory museum

       There was a moonlight on the bookshelf at night, which happened to fall into the gap of the wooden box.
       You reached out and gently caressed the concave and convex patterns on the box cover, where it was engraved with the small ball pattern that it always liked to carry around the house. Below was its crooked name——
     Doudou, March 12th, 2016 to March 5th, 2023
      When the fingertips touched the depression, it felt like they could touch its wet nose tip.
      This is not an ordinary wooden box.
It is a container soaked in time, a haven curled up in the folds of memory.
      We use wood to create a curve, like the shape it curled up on your lap back then.
Every piece of wood carries natural patterns, like the irreplaceable life trajectory of every furry child.
      When you send its name or the sentence that choked in your throat for a long time, the sculptor will turn off the electric grinder and use the finest handmade carving knife -
This is more like writing a letter than producing goods
You can leave these traces behind
🍃  It's a big name that makes you angry, or a stupid nickname you've been secretly calling for ten years
🍃  A sentence that only you understand:
The chicken jerky in the third compartment of the refrigerator will always be kept for you
Don't wait this time, let me chase after you
🍃  Even a sofa pattern that it often gnaws on while lying down
The box is covered with cotton blended soft cushions, which look very much like the fluff on its belly.
      In the dark grid, there can be a piece of dog food that it always buries in a flowerpot, or the vaccination card with bite marks.
We include a pack of oak tree seeds with the box:
Plant it next to a wooden box, and when the tree shadows sway, you will remember the way it danced and chased after the shadows one summer 

Why do we need to do this
Last winter, the designer encountered a Shiba Inu with a disabled hind leg at a stray animal rescue station.
It persisted in scratching the door frame with its front paws and whimpered at every departing figure.
Now, for every wooden box sold, 3% turns into medicine to defeat parvovirus, blankets spread on concrete floors, or more heads waiting to be gently stroked outside iron cages.
finally
When you rotate the brass buckle on the side of the wooden box——
Please listen carefully, that slight 'click' is not a mechanical sound,
It's the rhythm of its paws lightly tapping on the door frame from the front,
Speaking of:
I slept very warm, don't cry too loudly
(If customization is required, the back of the third pot of green ivy leaves on the windowsill hides the entrance)