It started with a dog
who had standards

I'm a retired teacher, and pottery became my second calling. My dog Feebie had a beat-up plastic dish that simply did not suit her personality. So I made her a proper one — hand-thrown, glazed in her colors, with her name on it. She probably didn't notice. But the neighbors did.

Soon I was making "grand-dog" Christmas gifts for the whole street. Pawtery grew from there — dishes, mugs, and whatever else inspires me at the wheel.