Well, it turns out I really am sick, but it's nothing serious, just a little cold. Mommy and Daddy took me to the vet and he prescribed antibiotics and plenty of love and rest for about a week. If nothing else, the diagnosis eased the concerns of my parents who had grown concerned by my cough.
This is me and Buster. Buster is wearing the harness and, thanks to trick photography, looks bigger in this picture.
And we go at it. I had the strength, so I was initially victorious; but he had the stamina and slowly wore me down as the playdate went on.
Here I am doing the "pug-o-saurus" to scare him away.
This is Mommy forcing a break upon the two of us.
In this picture Buster is lining up for an attack run.
...He gets closer...