The Little Bronze Terrier Who Guarded the Pen

They say every treasure has a story — and this one might just wag its tail while it tells the story of where it has lived, and what it has seen.

If you look closely, you’ll see a small bronze Scottish Terrier standing proudly on a round base. His chin is lifted, ears perked, and right beside him sits a tiny holder — just the right size for a pen. He’s not flashy or loud, but he has that unmistakable air of old-world charm.

If this little terrier could talk, I imagine he’d say something like this:

“Well hello there!
I’ve stood on many desks over the years — polished oak ones, cluttered ones, maybe even one that sat by a window overlooking a city street. I was made in an era when writing was a moment to be savored — when letters were sealed with wax and ink dried slowly on the page. Pens might have had feathers and they were to be enjoyed, something to be proud to own. You displayed your pen, and so I came to be. A pen holder. 

I’ve been a quiet witness to thoughts becoming words, to love notes and ledgers, to the everyday poetry of life. My job? To guard the pen, of course. And to keep company with the thinker behind it.

I've enjoyed many years of keeping a desk company, and now I need a new home. I hope you find me attractive, and interesting and will consider a place for me on your desk. Maybe you have a special pen I can guard for you”

The patina on his bronze coat tells his history — a century of hands brushing by, perhaps a few ink stains from long-forgotten correspondence. The wear isn’t damage; it’s proof of a life well-lived.

I like to think this little guy once belonged to a writer, an office clerk, or maybe even a dreamer who scribbled ideas late into the night. Whoever they were, they found comfort in his steady stance — that loyal dog spirit cast forever in metal.

Today, he’s ready for a new desk, a new story, a new keeper of words.

Because that’s what these old treasures do — they outlast us, carrying the stories we forget to tell.

Every time I pick up a piece like this, I’m reminded that craftsmanship once carried a heartbeat. Someone, somewhere, designed this little bronze terrier not just to hold a pen, but to hold a presence — a reminder of loyalty, focus, and maybe even a touch of whimsy on long workdays. In a world of plastic pens and fleeting trends, he still stands tall — a small guardian of creativity and memory.