It started with one badly made collar

In 2019 our cocker spaniel Ferda snapped his third collar in a year. Nothing on the shelf was built to last, so we cut leather on the kitchen table until something was.

The first twenty collars went to friends at the dog park. The next hundred went to people we had never met, and by the end of that winter the kitchen table had been replaced by a bench.

Seven years later the table is a workshop of five people. We still buy vegetable-tanned hide from the same tannery in Otrokovice, still cast our own brass, and still test every prototype on our own dogs before it reaches yours.

The toile pattern on our packaging was drawn for Ferda's portrait. He is on the label of everything we make.