The disaster continues.
Utter and abject humiliation.
Trying to regain some self respect.
However, Buster gets tired and decides to quit while he's way ahead.
His Daddy congratulates him on his clear victory.
I am left to pout and relive the horrible events again and again in my dreams.
Let's look again at how I've grown. This above is my Daddy holding me at about 5 weeks.
Compare to Daddy holding me now at 8 weeks. I am very cute, even if I am a sissy inside.
This is the requisite picture that allows everyone to see how cute I am, lest they forget.
Buster completely wore me out. I shall now attempt to salvage the last bits of pride that I have left.
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth