My name is Wilbur the Mini Schnauzer and I’m so excited to tell you a little about my workspace at my Mom’s business, French Knot. First, a little about me: I was adopted from a shelter in Longmont, Colorado, when I was just a year old. At the time, Mom worked for a sweater company that allowed me in the office! That means I’ve been helping Mom work for over 10 years!!
Fast forward 10 years later, and Mom now owns her own company, French Knot, which is named after something she calls an “embroidery stitch” that dogs can’t do. French Knot works with amazing women in a far away place called Nepal. These women hand-knit the softest most beautiful, human hats, mittens for petting, and sweaters for snuggling.
I spend most of my day protecting all the wonderful ladies at French Knot!
The office is in a big old building with very high ceilings (12-14 Wilburs high) and the warm sun floods through the big windows. … The walls are covered in things Mom calls CADs, samples and inspiration. I sometimes sneak into the sample bins when nobody is looking. The lovely wools have so many magnificent smells, if only the people could smell what I can!
If I hear anything, and I mean ANYTHING, nap time is over and it’s time to get to work: I bark! The sweet ladies were hired because they are very experienced in dog-petting and dog-cuddles, but there is one thing that they need help with… They allow a stranger with boxes into the office! The good news is that when I bark, I get a cookie, he drops the package, and then leaves. The stranger isn’t too bad since I’ve trained him so well. After he leaves, I know I have done my job to keep the ladies at French Knot safe so that they can focus on creating beautiful hand-knit pieces to cuddle me in.
My name is Wilbur the Mini Schnauzer and I’m so excited to tell you a little about my workspace at my Mom’s business, French Knot. First, a little about me: I was adopted from a shelter in Longmont, Colorado, when I was just a year old. At the time, Mom worked for a sweater company that allowed me in the office! That means I’ve been helping Mom work for over 10 years!!
Fast forward 10 years later, and Mom now owns her own company, French Knot, which is named after something she calls an “embroidery stitch” that dogs can’t do. French Knot works with amazing women in a far away place called Nepal. These women hand-knit the softest most beautiful, human hats, mittens for petting, and sweaters for snuggling.
I spend most of my day protecting all the wonderful ladies at French Knot!
The office is in a big old building with very high ceilings (12-14 Wilburs high) and the warm sun floods through the big windows. … The walls are covered in things Mom calls CADs, samples and inspiration. I sometimes sneak into the sample bins when nobody is looking. The lovely wools have so many magnificent smells, if only the people could smell what I can!
If I hear anything, and I mean ANYTHING, nap time is over and it’s time to get to work: I bark! The sweet ladies were hired because they are very experienced in dog-petting and dog-cuddles, but there is one thing that they need help with… They allow a stranger with boxes into the office! The good news is that when I bark, I get a cookie, he drops the package, and then leaves. The stranger isn’t too bad since I’ve trained him so well. After he leaves, I know I have done my job to keep the ladies at French Knot safe so that they can focus on creating beautiful hand-knit pieces to cuddle me in.
