I Didn't Choose the Frenchie Life...

The Frenchie life chose me. Specifically, a 26-pound cream Frenchie named Barnaby chose me. He walked into my life, sniffed my shoe, sneezed directly onto my ankle, and I have never been the same since.

Hi, I’m Sophie. I am the founder of The Frenchie Vault, but my real job title is "Door Opener," "Face Wiper," and "Chief snack Dispenser" for a growing army of bat-eared tyrants.

The Problem with "Pet Stores"

I started this store out of pure frustration. Five years ago, I walked into a big-box pet store looking for a harness for Barnaby. I bought a "Medium." It was too tight on his neck and loose on his belly. I bought a "Large." It hung off him like a dress. I bought a "Bulldog" specific one. It rubbed his armpits raw in 20 minutes.

I realized something that day: The pet industry builds products for Golden Retrievers and Labradors. They build for dogs with long snouts, proportionate legs, and normal chests.

They do NOT build for potatoes.

Our dogs are built differently. They are front-heavy. They have massive necks. They have sensitive spines. And most importantly, they have fragile airways. Putting a standard collar on a heavy-pulling Frenchie isn't just uncomfortable—it's dangerous.

The Birth of The Vault

That night, I sat on my floor (because Barnaby was occupying the entire sofa) and decided to fix it. I spent months sourcing gear specifically designed for the brachycephalic anatomy.

• The Criteria:
• Does it clear the airway?
• Does it fit a 22-inch neck and 12-inch back?
• Can it withstand a "Zoomie" impact at full speed?
• Is the material soft enough for their sensitive, allergy-prone skin?

If the answer to any of those was "No," it didn't make the cut. The Frenchie Vault was born. A curated safe space where you don't have to guess sizing. If it's on this site, it fits a Frenchie. Period.

Authenticity is Our Love Language

I know what your life is like. I know you spend more money on lint rollers than you do on coffee. I know you have a photo album on your phone with 4,000 photos of your dog sleeping. I know you have woken up in the middle of the night because someone was snoring louder than a freight train.

This isn't just a business to me; it's a community of obsessed owners who understand that these aren't just dogs. They are little alien gargoyles that we have invited into our beds.

Thank you for trusting me with your potato.

Stay weird,
Sophie & Barnaby 🐾