The Rock

Many of you may wonder why my little brother is called Roger the Rock Knowlton. No doubt it could be because of his rock hard body, a physique he works hard at keeping by pumping iron almost everyday with Daddy Dawg. Then there are times when everything goes in one bat ear and out the other, completely ignoring every command in the English and French languages so it could be argued that he is dumb as a rock. However, for those of you who are familiar with Frenchies, know that that statement is far from true.

In addition to the aforementioned characteristics, another reason that my little brother is called Roger the Rock is because of his fondness for roosting on rocks in the backyard like the protected, but very annoying turkey buzzards that roost overhead in the trees. Could Roger possibly be one of these new so-called hybrid "breeds" − part bat, part pig, part fowl dog? Seems afoul to me. I cannot fathom that the American Kennel Club will ever acknowledge the Bat-pig-fowl-dog as a breed in my lifetime, but stranger things have happened.

Roger the Rock Knowlton