Sunday, October 29, 2006

This time, I did not have to settle for anything less than a complete victory, along with the two other victors. It was a three way tie. Nonetheless, since I was one of the victorious, I cannot claim that the judges were anything less than extremely qualified.

This is me and my Daddy celebrating my victory. I got a toy rubber bone and a ball. I love them both. I should mention that Daddy and Mommy dressed up to help me, hence his bright orange shirt. He was "prisoner #24601, J. Valjean." She wore a black and white striped shirt.

I wasn't very shy this time. Here I am running around with some of the big boys, but I'm quickly closing in on them. I weigh 10.5 pounds now.

This is Henry, a pug puppy that is just a little older. Last time (three weeks ago) he was huge, now we're about the same size.

This is a cool white piggy pug.

Close up of the cutest pug there!

Me with a big smile.

My costume had two elements. The first was the police uniform, the second was me being a "good dog." Some people even asked what obedience school I went to, I am such a con artist!

My hero Duke as a vampire with a really big tongue.

Gidget as a really scary Dragon.
Keep going, there are more pictures to come.
Pictures continued.

Here are my best buds Gidget and Duke, taking a breather. My Mommy just loves Duke's tongue!

This is the "big three" as we are known in the pug world. We're discussing how to divide up the pug world when total victory is finally achieved. I objected to Duke's decision to summarily execute my parents (it seems my Daddy thought it was funny to grab and hold his tongue), however I gave in when I found out that I get all the treats I want!!

This is "Winston", another one of the winners. He stole my name so I don't like him. His Grandma actually custom made the entire cowboy outfit for him. I laughed because during the contest he was announced as a "cowgirl."

Another picture of Henry, the slighty older pug puppy.

Look at all the PUGS!! We sure do know how to train our humans.

I like the way that this little puggy was exhausted and chillin' with her human. Kudos on the tongue.

This is the penultimate pug race of all time!!! There I am, third from left being held by my Daddy in the bright orange shirt (he's telling me to run to Mommy). I was doing good until I was side swiped by a big pug and pushed to the side. However, I did bettter than my friend Gidget, who went three steps and then gave up. Her Daddy was not impressed.

Chillin' at home afterwards, kinda tired.

Trying to sneak in some shut eye, if Daddy would just leave me alone. I had an awesome time.

Snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth.

Friday, October 27, 2006

My new cow

Pursuant to Department of Homeland Security protocol, I must carefully inspect every new toy that I receive to insure that it is not an undercover Al Qaeda operative attempting to inflitrate my toy box!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

An Exciting weekend!!! I won 3rd Place at the Pug-o-ween!!
I ruled the crowd in my fire hydrant costume. I would have won 1st place, but I had to take off my hydrant hat because it was uncomfortable and the Judges said that I exceeded the permitted level of cuteness, so the judges weren't sure if whether they would be giving me first prize for an awesome costume or just for being adorable little me. I was happy nonetheless, and my parents were extremely proud.

My Mommy forgot to take pictures at the pug-o-ween, but this is what I looked like.

And I went to the dog park and I got a CUTE new girlfriend, her name is Bella the chihuahuah! Actually, she clearly had the hots for me, but I'm not sure if I want a relationship. See, my Mommy seems to be an anchor around the neck of my Daddy in that miserable and unpredictable torrential river, filled with rocks, that is a relationship. It's hard enough to make it to shore without an ole' ball and chain dragging you down, if ya' know what I mean ;-) [Mommy's note: Winston and Daddy both know that Daddy would be lost and miserable without me :P]

But, nonetheless, we had lots of fun playing.

She has a tiny little sister named Mia. Mia is also really cute, but I hear that dating sisters just starts problems.

See!!! She was all over me!

And I went to the dog park! I played fetch - look how far I ran to get the ball! I think I may be part retriever. This is quite possible since I hear that my great-great-great-great grandmother, Lady Esnesnon, was quite the promiscuous "black sheep" of the family. She wasn't actually a sheep though, she was the sister of the Great Pug leader Rollo II, the largely inept, and mother of Pugeweld the Snorter (Rollo didn't have any children because his "balls" did not drop). So there may actually be some retriever blood in me.

And I brought it all the way back!

And I got my 1,000th visitor to my blog! Of course with this adorable face who could resist me? THANKS EVERYONE FOR VISITING SO OFTEN!!!

It's tiring work winning contests, flirting with girls, and satisfying the masses!

Snarf everyone very soon,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Thursday, October 19, 2006

I'm pulling a Puerto Rico
Hey everyone!!! I'm holding a non-binding referendum on which costumes I should wear to my two pug-o-weens! Please let me know which ones are your favorites, but I need to warn you that I, like Congress, can ignore the results. However, if I ignore the results it won't be out of a fear that the new Congressional delegation will be made up of only Democrats.

This is me as a fire hydrant.

I like this one, but I am afraid that I might get peed on by other dogs (especially my hero Duke who really likes to pee on things).

This is me as a moose. My Grandparents from Texas sent me this one. I refuse to accept gifts from my Grandparents in Ohio out of priciple (I hate that State).

More of the moose.

This is me as a chick. I know people did not like this costume when I modeled it before, but it fits a little better now.

More of the Chicken, there are many more pictures, keep going (please).

Costumes continued.
My additional costumes. By the way, I'll try to honor the voting decisions of my loyal readers; but Mommy is still mad at me and Daddy for destroying the house, despite her protestations otherwise, and she is is looking for passive aggressive ways to hurt me. On a side note, Mommy would like to thank the Seattle Fire Department for putting out the fire so quickly. We were each required to write 100 times "I will not Bar-B-Q inside, especially not near the curtains."

This is me in my Froggy outfit.

This is a side view of me as the froggy.

"Stop in the name of PUG!!"

When one will not willingly submit to my authority, I give them "the look."

Mommy says that this is the real me.

If I don't get what I want with intimidation, I always resort to a sad, pouty face. Let me know your votes.

Snarf you later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Monday, October 16, 2006

Please don't be mad Mommy =-(
So, me and Daddy are bracing for the inevitable. Mommy is going to be furious. She is not a neat freak, but she does demand that we not live in filth. Me and Daddy are going to argue for a lessened standard of cleanliness so that we don't get in trouble, but I'm not confident that Mommy will accept the defense that "we're cleaner than actual pigs." Maybe we should at least try for a bovine standard. Regardless, there's not enough time to clean up so I think Mommy may refuse to leave us guys home alone again.

Mommy, you can't be mad at this face (Daddy doesn't have this defense).

Mommy, just think back to all the good times we've had.

The way we team up and try to hide (or destroy) Daddy's favorite thing in the world...the remote.

Don't forget how much you love to spoon with me.

Or how cute and tubby I am.

Or how I love to stick my head into the couch opening while I'm isolated so that you and Daddy can eat meals in peace. See, this is step #1.

Step #2.

Step #3. I'm so cute, so please forgive me. Or if you have to punish someone, just punish Daddy. He was supposed to supervise me after all.


Snarf you later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

PS- Dear loyal readers, if you don't hear from me within a couple of weeks, PLEASE file a missing pug report with you local humane society =-(

Friday, October 13, 2006

Mommy's Gone, Let's Party On!
Mommy has gone to a far away place to visit her mommy for the weekend. I was originally also supposed to go and meet my extended family; but once I found out that the far place where the meeting would occur is actually that rancid cess pool known as Ohio, I put my paw down. Mommy was nervous about leaving me and Daddy alone, something about being irresponsible, unable to follow simple instructions, and likely to poop all over the floor. I am assuming that all those complaints were directed at Daddy. It took some time but we reassured her that we would not fall apart when she was gone.

After all, could anyone with an innocent face like that (Me) or a hairy arm like that (Daddy) ever do anything bad.

It wasn't five minutes after we got back from dropping Mommy off at the airport that me and Daddy opened up and shared a brewski, my first. I know it may seem odd to drink at eight in the morning, but do you really think that when the Berlin Wall fell those guys waited until noon to start partying? This was merely our liberation.

Yummy, can't get enough of that wonderful Duff. (Disclaimer: In no way was this caption approved by "The Simpsons" and we do not intent to imply any connection or endorsement with that wonderful show.)

I enjoyed my brewski so much that I tried to drink the fake beer on my Daddy's Peter Griffin (from "The Family Guy") slippers. I was not successful.

Daddy saw a measuring cup with my dog food and asked me how many I got. I told him three. He did not believe me. After a while of arguing we compromised and he went to Safeway and bought two 24 ounce bone-in Ribeyes. I basically swallowed mine, and this is me eating the remaining bone.

It's almost bigger than my head.

I did not give up until I got every last little bit of meat off.

My neck twists to surprising angles.

The aftermath: a horrible puggy alcohol and meat hangover. I don't know if I can take much more of this...I may actually need Mommy to come home.

Snarf you later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth-