Founder. Mascot. The only executive in America whose performance reviews are conducted in treats. Salty runs this House — the humans just handle the paperwork.
Salty Corgi Co. started with a simple observation: the best people at any hobby are the ones who take the hobby seriously — and themselves not at all. The pickleball player icing a shoulder at 9pm. The golfer with creative scorecard math. The angler whose fish grows an inch every retelling.
So we built a House for all of them. Salty Corgi Co. is the headquarters; each brand is a room with its own door, its own look, and its own gear. What ties the rooms together isn't the activity — it's the humor and the feeling that you've found your people.
Dinks N Sh!t opened first. More doors are being framed right now. Salty supervises everything, mostly from a nap position.
You can't pour from an empty treat jar.
Premium blanks, prints that last, and nothing ships without passing Salty's three-stage inspection.
Every design is ours, made for the people who actually live these hobbies. No recycled clip art. Ever.
Ages 35–55, aching joints, unstoppable enthusiasm. If that's you — welcome home. The Pack's been waiting.
New drops, new brands, and the occasional corgi opinion. Salty only barks when it’s worth it.