A Quadrillion Apologies
I am very sorry, and a quadrillion is more than just a number that will be associated with the national debt once the Bushes are done, it is my very sincere way to say that I will try to be a better blogger from now on. On top of preparing for the GEORGETOWN game, GO HOYAS, I have been having to go to the dog park lots because of daylight savings time and things. Also, both me and Daddy have been very lazy (Mommy still puts us to shame). Also, I was going to post a few videos, but YouTube (TM) sucks.

This is me, there was a light drizzle but my parents took me to the dog park anyways. Something about me making them more miserable than normal if I do not run out my energy.

I hate playing dress up and I stick my tongue out at my mommy to let her know it!!

This was my buddy Amos. We had a good time facing each other down repeatidly and running around like veritable maniacs constantly. This made my parents very happy.

This is one of the face-offs. I was having so much fun that I even was happy being the chaser, not just the chasee. Sorry this post is so short, but it is bedtime.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

PS- this post is dedicated to Mi Amor Suki

A Deep Pug
I think that this picture demonstrates how I sometimes feel like I have the weight of the world upon my shoulders. Take note!!! I am more than a pretty face. I'd like to say that I was concerned about Daddy's hoyas here, but this is an old picture. Nonetheless, go Georgetown. Of course, now Ohio State has a chance to screw Daddy twice in one year (Daddy is a Texas football fan because Georgetown is only Division II).

Dignity personified...with wrinkles.

Here I am, watching TV and chewing on my stick.

Here I am after I realized Daddy saw me with a stick. Usually I get in trouble when I bring these inside. So when he sees me I lay down and keep perfectly still, except for my eyes, so I can watch Daddy to see when he goes away.

The Grand Duke becomes the King of Pug Hill.

A bulldog puppy. Not surprisingly, held by Daddy.

It looks like he is struggling to stay awake.

This is Duncan, a four month old pug. Also held by Daddy. Whenever small pugs are found, offers to trade me inevitably follow.

This is Feifei (it means chubby in Cantonese). She is three months old and a total cutey (being held by Daddy...does anyone see a pattern?)

The Dog park didn't tire me out because I do not find standing at my parents feet to be tiring. Luckily, I was able to harass Daddy constantly during the Georgetown game. My energy ran out just after the game ended. Daddy was THRILLED!! That is all for now.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

My Profuse Apologies!!!
I am very sorry everydog, and people, for not posting. This has been my Daddy's spring break and he has been lazy or occupied building a zoo (on the computer); and, ever since my hero Duke discovered naked Boston Terriers online, Mommy has made two rules: 1) I may not post without adult supervision and 2) That adult will not be Mommy. I finally got Daddy to supervise this post...here goes. FYI- This Post is a compilation of new and old pictures.

This is me staring down at one of my parents from on top of the couch as they dig under the couch for the ball that I just placed there (out of my paw reach), and have since been endlessly whining for assistance to recover.

This is one of my naps. See how I am camoflaged into my natural, and soft, pug environment? The camoflage of tigers is nothing compared to camoflage of pugs.

Me and one of my BFFs snuggling.

Daddy isn't good about putting his clothes away (Mommy mentions this to him a lot) and I take advantage of his messiness to lay around in his clothes. They smell like him but cannot annoy me the way that he does.

I don't know what I'm doing in this picture but I think I look absolutely adorable...and my Parents agree.

This is me standing atop my conquest. This strange beast assists be in snagging many goodies.

Nap, part II.

And finally we have a before and after. This is the before... (4 months)

This is after at 8 months. But as much as I grow I never outgrow my toy box! Once again, I apologize.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

[Parents' PS: has anyone else watched the new James Bond movie with their pugs? Did they refuse to shut up throughout the entire movie also? So obnoxious!!!]

A Long Trip Alone
Sorry that I have not posted more recently, but my typing servant (Daddy) had finals and is now addicted to this computer game where you build a zoo. The largest exhibit is reserved for the wild mountain pugs of Guadalajara!! I am looking forward to seeing how it turns out. For those of you who have not heard, Gorby is officially in a forever home, so my running him off did not result in substantial bad consequences for him. Now let's talk about me.

So we went to a pug meetup and for some reason my humans strapped me into this horrible contraption and then MADE ME SIT IN THE BACK SEAT!! ALONE! I was not too sure about that. (This is the long trip alone I'm talking about). [Parents' note: Winston finally grew into his doggy seat-belt contraption.]

This is me, turning on the smile and hoping that Mommy will show mercy and release me from the monster. Daddy was driving so he had an excuse to not show his angel mercy.

PUGS!!! I actually played a little this time...and by played I mean sat in some strangers lap so that they could scratch and pet me for the better part of an hour.

This dogs were all younger, yet braver than I.

I thought this guy had a cool looking face, like he had just crawled through a chimney.

This little pug was named egg-roll. Not surprisingly, those are my Daddy's hands. He had better be glad that I am not a jealous pug.

Here are a few pugs who dressed up for the occasion. [Parents' Note: Winston doesn't know about St. Patrick's Day, as these pugs apparently do]

This little gal is named mija. She just went to a new home and is a little nervous here. I think her old home was located outside our galaxy.

Yum!!! I have noticed that everytime any pug poops, all the other race to try to grab a taste of it before the humans pick it up. I have yet to do this, but I am starting to agree that the smell is yummy, and makes me lick my lips like this.

On the way home I was too tired to protest my new car position in the back seat. I actually discovered I could sleep better back there, since I have gotten a little bit too big to sleep comfortably on my Mommy's lap.

Here I am back at home playing with one of my favorite new toys.

Here is another view of me with my new toy. For some reason my humans keep on taking pictures when I play with this toy.

And here is a left over cone picture. Luckily, I was still able to play with my oldest BFF during this hard time.

Whew! That was a long post, I'm exhausted! In case you are wondering, this is definitive proof that I am an abused pug! No dog should be continously disturbed with flashes when trying to sleep.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

The Puglympics!!!

I am prepping for the puggy Olympics. Daddy thinks I have a good chance at the high jump. Mommy thinks we're both idiots.

snarf everydog later, /s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth and March 13, 2006 Cool Dog Site of the Day!!! [Parents' note: he's becoming so conceited.]

The Cool Dog Site of the Day
I have finally received the recognition that I deserve. I am the Cool Dog Site for March 13, 2006. In reality, I am always the coolest dog site of the day. I would like to thank all the little people who made this possible, but I don't remember any of their names. Now, I will be nominated for the cool dog site of the month so, later this month I will put a post and please vote early and often for my blog to be the Cool Dog Site of the Month!!!

A good puggy smile to celebrate my well deserved victory.

Daddy bought me this t-shirt and thought it was hilarious for some reason.

As you can see the shirt says "for sale by owner." I personally do not find that funny at all. Apparently, Daddy still harbors bad feelings about the way I ran off my brother. He calls me selfish and obnoxious. Mommy says I get that from him (she did not like Gorby).

We had a photo shoot with my new t-shirt. It lasted about ten minutes, and that is longer than I am supposed to be awake without at least a brief "cat-nap." Note: we need to develop a new name for "cap-naps." I would prefer if short naps are named after an animal that does not suck.

This is what beauty is supposed to look like.

I am a truly glorious beast!!!

So tired (yawn).

My parents really want me to learn to use this monster so that I won't make them go outside all the time, and then just play with sticks. I don't know what it is, but I do know that anytime I try to play in it or drink from it I get yelled at. Humans are weird.

Once again,

Thanks to all who lobbied for me to finally receive the proper recognition. Good Night and Good Luck.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

RE: Gorby
I decided rather than learn to adjust to my brother, I would just run him off. So I tormented Gorby until my parents found him a new home. My plan almost backfired...Daddy wanted to get rid of me. Mommy talked him out of it. It was nothing personal, he just crowded my space. Anyways, Gorby is with a family where someone is always at home (Gorby has separation anxiety) as well as a Boston Terrier. Gorby has yet to meet his new brother because the Boston was on vacation. Can you believe that? A dog on vacation? My parents had a good feeling once they heard that Gorby's new mommy was the type of person that sends her pets on vacation. Also, he lives nearby so my Daddy can still see him at the dogpark (apparently I have to meet Gorby and his new bother Gus the Boston for playdates).

Do I look guilty?


Gorby is in this picture. Can you find him? Hint: he was attempting to flee from one tormenting pug.

Here I am, telling my humans "look, Gorby's gone!" [Parents' Note: Gorby actually managed to get all the way under the bed to get away from the evil cone-head pug.]

So, do I look guilty?

I don't know what happened here. My lip got stuck on my teeth or something. I'll admit it's not too flattering.

Gorby is pretty cute...

But I am much happier playing by myself. Plus this little red dot doesn't bite!

We'll give you an update on Gorby. His Mommy has promised to keep my parents posted.

Snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth