I'm Juan. Color A Dog runs out of NYC. Not because the world needed another print shop — because my kids kept sending me pictures of three dogs they consider mine, and I kept wanting to put them on the wall.
The kits started as a one-off. Brownie's portrait at Christmas. Then Moose for a birthday. Then Stella, because Stella was not having any of it. Once it was three, friends started asking. Then strangers. Now it's this.
Here's the thing: I'm not the artist. I just print the grids and pack the boxes. The dog ends up on the wall because you spent a Saturday placing dots, one at a time. That's the whole product. You can hand a kit to a kid, a partner, or a grieving friend, and they'll do the rest. Nothing breaks. Every dot has one right answer.
