INTERNATIONAL CORGI DAY | JUNE 4
Some hires take a while to settle in.
Pepper and Tilly did not.
Since joining Vermont Flannel as our Chief Joy Officers, they’ve made themselves essential in ways that are hard to measure but easy to feel. The place runs a little lighter. People linger a little longer. There’s more laughter, more pauses, more reasons to step away from a screen.
In honor of International Corgi Day, we thought it was time for a proper update. This is a day in the life.
Some hires take a while to settle in. Pepper and Tilly did not. Since joining Vermont Flannel as our Chief Joy Officers, they’ve made themselves essential in ways that are hard to measure but easy to feel. In honor of International Corgi Day, we thought it was time for a proper update.
Morning Shift
The day starts early—or at least, it starts when they decide it does. Before anything official begins, there’s the matter of getting ready—a quick stretch, a look around, and then the important decision: today’s bandana. Pepper leans rustic, Tilly keeps it classic, and either way, it’s part of the uniform.
Pepper prefers field work. He does a full walkthrough of the office, nose-first. Every corner gets inspected. Every bag, every desk, every unattended snack is logged and, if necessary, investigated further. Quality control, in its purest form.
There’s also been some concern that Pepper has been browsing the website during work hours. Specifically the flannel dog bandana section. We’re looking into it.
Midday Responsibilities
By late morning, they’ve settled into their core role: morale.
They keep a close eye on the team. If someone’s been sitting too long, Pepper arrives with a toy and a look that says, this meeting is over. If the mood dips, Tilly steps in—quiet, steady, and usually right at your feet until things feel a little more manageable.
Lunch is loosely structured. Pepper has taken to stepping out with his friend Luna. It’s unclear who scheduled it, but it happens daily and seems important. They walk, they sniff, they exchange neighborhood updates.Tilly stays behind to guard the fridge.No one asked her to do this. But no one questions it either.
After lunch, things slow down.
Pepper finds a soft spot—a folded mini blanket, a corner of flannel, something that holds warmth—and settles in. Tilly prefers full immersion. She wraps herself up completely, earning the name “Tilly Burrito,” which she answers to selectively.
There’s a quiet stretch here. Work continues, but softer. Slower. More focused.
They’ve made this part of the day better just by insisting it exists.
By late afternoon, they head over to the Shelburne store.This is where they really come into their own.Customers walk in for flannel. They leave having met Pepper and Tilly—and that tends to be what they remember. There’s a certain kind of welcome that can’t be taught. It’s instinctive.They move through the space like they belong there. Checking in. Making rounds. Accepting compliments like professionals.They’ve also been known to select their own flannel for “photo purposes.” We don’t interfere.
