Pug Meetup!!!
Finally some attention! I am thinking about starting a new interest group called "Concerned Pugs United Against Harry Potter." I think that we should make it clear to this J.K. Rowling guy that we do not appreciate being neglected while our parents read the enthralling Harry Potter Series. We will united and never rest until we have a promise that no more plot-based Harry Potter books are forthcoming. [Parents' note: we got Winston to make this qualification because we are very excited about the rumored Harry Potter Encyclopedia so that we can finally find out if Mr. Weasly became Minister of Magic.]

This is me upon our arrival at the dog park; I was optimistic as always.

This is a four month old puggle named Jeremy. My parents thought that he was the cutest Puggle they had ever seen.

He was immediately trying to kiss up to me and asking what he had to do to become such a tough dog. I told him just hide under his parents legs and whine a lot and he is well on his way to be one bad hombre dog!

This is me getting chased. I love getting chased.

This is my very first BFF Dog Oliver. My Mommy and Daddy met Oliver when they were those creepy people who go to the dog park without a dog, when Oliver was a baby puppy and I wasn't even born yet. Then Oliver was the first dog that I played with at the dog park, when I was a very shy puppy.

I like Oliver a lot, but this is his little half-brother Tater Tot, and I really love playing with Tater Tot. As soon as I saw him, I struck my best "play with me" pose.

Then me and Tater Tot played tug of war with a stick.

I normally had the best of him with the stick contest, but I must admit that he had talent.

Little Jeremy tried to get in on our game. I think he realized he was in a little over his head.

Then Tater Tot's Mom threw the stick in the water, and Tater Tot and Oliver swam out to get it...

...while I waited for them on the shore.

The next time Tater Tot's Mom threw the stick out, I was quick to go out after it...

...but I don't know how to fetch things from the water, so I still had to wait for Oliver to get the stick for me.

Then Me, Tater Tot, and Oliver went to the small dog area for the pug meetup. One of my girlfriends, Scarlet, was there. Of course my Daddy had to pick her up and make sure everyone around knew he thought she was cuter than me.

Then Daddy threw the frisbee for me and Scarlet.

Look at this action shot...that is me chasing the freshly thrown frisbee.

This is me bringing it back.

Of course at any pug meetup there are going to be a few pugs that make all the other pugs feel like they really aren't that fat. This is Peanut, and she drags a little when she walks.

I think this little guy was named Kip and he tips that scales at a mere 31 pounds.

This is me being violated. Some pugs lack the dignity that differentiates Pug Royalty from the normal Pug.

Snarf Everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth