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