It has been really hectic over here. I wanted to post yesterday but the Party planner was over here until late, and by the time he left it was past my bedtime. [Parents' note: No, even we would not get a party planner for Winston...and we're crazy.]
This is me showing my wicked moves to this stoic pug. Ain't no thang, if others can slip out of four felony convictions, getting past a pug is no challenge at all!
This is Hamesh and his tongue. It's not quite up to Duke's standards, but very few tongues are.
This is me and Alberto, on the rare occasions that he disagrees with me I straighten him out really quick. That's AWESOME...I think the Geneva Convention is "quaint" as well!!
This is me pushing around my English bulldog. Oh how I already miss Tony, this new Gorden guy is way too corpulent to fit in my mouth.
This is my dignified Churchillian look. It hurts that I possess a full-proof plan for world peace, as well as a flawless unified field theory, but lack the proper vocalizations to explain to the humans. If I try to explain they will merely tell me to shut up, or take me outside.
Mommy says that sometimes I look like a Lion grazing upon the Serengeti. [Mommy's note: a cute lion with a Puppia(TM).]