Forrest’s Ghost watches over the workshop with quiet devotion and the faint jingle of spectral tags. Once a large, loveable Woodle (that’s Wheaten + Poodle + pure mischief), Forrest was known for his gentle nature, heroic cuddles, and a lifelong quest for snacks. He was Bubba’s brother, best friend, and the neighborhood’s most cheerful escape artist — equally likely to chase a squirrel or a picnic. Now, his ashes rest in the studio, ensuring every project is blessed with a little love, a little chaos, and the unmistakable feeling that someone good is still right there underfoot.

Run, Forrest!