Rome Snowboard Design Syndicate

I couldn’t be more excited to share to the world the joys of the ever-growing canine community here at Rome as my first post. Whether it’s sweet, sweet Thistle slowly making her way to the front door to greet you first thing in the morning, or Bud eating the styrofoam cup that just had your chili lunch in it -shamelessly – right out of your garbage can, or even an unidentified dog dropping a man-sized duce in our newly acquired office space before anyone even had the chance to move in. Ladies and gentilemen, I present to you The Beasts of Rome.

 

Jackson

Jackson; a gargantuan, a silent king lording his powers with a mere glance to this rag-tag crew of beasts. Here we catch a rare glimpse of him in a classic Jackson hang spot – his new jam is down by the garbage cans. An age-old piece of Rome lore says that Thistle, as a young pup, almost became lunch for Jackson by coming between him and his food bowl.

 

Thistle

Oh Thistle… the sweetest dog ever made. She likes to bring her bed over to your desk, just to show you. I swear she can look right to the core of you, as if to say “Hey… whatever it is… it’s OK… I care about YOU.”

 

Wylie

If there were ever an old man trapped in a dogs body, Wylie is it. He mainly keeps to himself, but I can tell by looking in his shifty eyes, that his soul is as old as time.

 

Bud

Bud washes garbage down with beer. That should tell you enough right there. He’s the kind of guy that’s likely to get a little loose and go start some shit, usually with Buster. Bud knows how to party.

 

Buster

Buster is a plain old good boy. He did go through a little bit of a weight problem when he figured out on his own how to get out of the building, go down the street to The Depot gas station, walk inside and beg for a treat. Yeah… he’s that smart – and he’s even got his weight totally under control again. Good dog.

 

Chico

Chico is bad ass. This was just about as close as I could get with the camera before getting my entire arm taken off at the socket. You can just see it in his face here: “I swear to god, if you come one step closer…” It’s not too often you come across a dog that’s got legit jail time under his belt. I once got close enough to see a little tear tattoo by his eye hidden underneath that ghostly white fur. The other dogs don’t really enter Chico’s zone.

 

Mugsy

I mean dumb in the best way possible, though. Mugsy is a serious contender with Thistle as sweetest dog in the office. It’s pretty impressive to see her Falcor-like grace when she’s in full-stride. My only negative impression on Mugsy is that I have to take Greg home every day soaking wet because she can (and does) fit her ENTIRE mouth around Greg’s ENTIRE body. Gross.

 

Greg

Just look at him. I might be biassed though, Greg’s my pup. He’s a pretty cool little dude most of the time. Though, I just found out that if you shake him too hard pee comes out. I’m currently trying to train him to kill on command, so I’ll make sure to give updates that progress in future posts.

 

Gracie

Gracie does everything at 3,000 miles per hour. This is about as clear a shot as I could get of this wild beast. You’d never tell from this photo but Gracie’s pretty harmless. She’s still growing into those teeth, though. Gracie’s got a high level of the characteristic we’ve come to call “Minge-y-ness”. A scale based directly on how much trouble-causing the Minge-like dog creates. Gracie is Minge-y to the core.

 

 

And there you have it. I’d like to leave you here with a piece of art (this is the “designers” category) done by a friend of Rome – Jay Howell, author of “Dogs and Dog Information” and designer of that 2008 A.S.S. (Artist Syndicate Series) Tee – The Howell.

 

 

 

 

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