(1) I am 8 months old today!!
(2) I hate my brother. It's not like I want him dead or anything, I just want him nowhere near my house, room, toys, food, furniture, or humans. Other than that, he can do anything he wants. My parents kinda expected that I may not take to him so there are contingency plans.
(3) My hero Duke has accused me of starting rumors. This is a lie because everything I say is true. If you believe Duke's lame "I was drinking Gidget's pee to test her PH level" excuse, then I've some conclusive proof of Weapons of Mass Destruction I'd like to sell you. (Bought direct from Scooter Libby who vouched under oath for its authenticity.)
(4) My hero Duke needs to back off my little Suki. I have eyes for only her, Panda, and Maggie; but Duke is a player.
Now here are some pug meetup pictures.
This is me and a fat puggy. I'm the cute one on the left, the fat puggy is the fat puggy on the right.
Pugs being pugs.
This is me sneaking up on a treat that some silly human left on a chair, unguarded...
Turns out my friend Oliver does not know how to jump up on chairs yet, so his humans were trying to lure him up there with a treat. His strategy was to stretch and reach, rather than jump.
He may have been distracted by my strategy of jump and sneak up on the treat. Or maybe he was distracted by Gorby sniffing his booty.
Oliver sure is cute, but he never did jump for the treat. Don't worry though, his humans gave in and gave him the treat on the ground.
snarf everyone later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth