A Howl for the SUMDs

It has been a sad week overall at DWB and I just wanted to say goodbye to two of my friends. The lurchers, the skinny ugly mutant dogs, the dogs who taught me "roaching," have lost two members of their pack.

The beautiful Meg.


The incomparable KuBrin.

It is a sad day for all of us in the dog world but saddest for their pack. If you hear a sad howl, it our tribute to you.

The Fine Art of the Roach

My friend GooberStan asked me a very good question--why do I call this


roaching? Excellent question, my friend. I stole the term from the SUMDs (Skinny Ugly Mutant Dogs, I also stole that from them). You can see them roaching here. They are Extreme Roachers who like to walk on the wild side:



While I prefer a placid roachin' in a cornfield.


One of the first things I did when I was brought home from my rescue, after I tried to mount my sister Morgan and invited her to play, was flop on my back, throw my legs in the air and start gruntin'. I am assuming the SUMDs call this roaching because we do look like roaches when we do it. And given that my short legs have a hard time building enough momentum to roll me back to my stomach when I'm done, I can spend a fair amount of time like a roach on my back flailing wildly. Also, it is fun to say--ROOOOOOOOOOOACHIN!

Supermodel!

The SUMDs nominated this glamour shot of me for Photo of the Month! A bunch of my pals have also been nominated and if you want to vote for any of us you should stop by The Bone Zone on Dogs With Blogs You have to be registered to vote. And doesn't this lovely mug inspire you?