By general acclimation, Goodboy Norman Featherstone has been appointed the Chairman of the Central Directorate of PALBWAATHRODCBWDTPTHHWPQ. My Congratulations to him, I am sure that he will do PIA, PALBWAATHRODCBWDTPTHHWPQ, and Pugs everywhere a great service through his tireless efforts to insure that there is always something for humans to look forward to, namely posts of cute pugs. I know..."cute pugs" is redundant.
I am still organizing the PALBWAATHRODCBWDTPTHHWPQ Secret Police, but I do not know if it will really be necessary. The pure intimidation and ruthlessness personified by Goodboy Norman Featherstone (above) may be enough to bring all but the most dense canine bloggers into line. Now, on to even more important things - FOOD.
When my Mommy or Daddy is in the kitchen, I expect to get food. When a very long time goes by without me getting any food [parents' note: about 10 seconds], I sit down so that my Parents remember how good of a dog I am and how cute I am.
When that doesn't work, I go check my food bowl to see if any food is in there. I also flip the bowl over to see if any food is in the other side.
And I lick my food bowl and sniff all around my food bowl to find any crumbs that might be laying around. Following is a video in two parts that shows the more extreme of my food searching behaviors:
This is me jostling the bowl for a last little bit of sustenance so that I may fight off starvation one more day, ala Stalingrad.
Well... it looks like there is no food in my bowl. Soooooooo sad :(
Snarf everydog later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth
PS- If you would like to join the PALBWAATHRODCBWDTPTHHWPQ Secret Police and have a picture of you in appropriate Secret Police attire, please email me your pictures at: winstonpugsworth@yahoo.com
7 comments:
Winston,
I'm sorry you are so hungry. Ask mommy and daddy for some carrots or ice cubes, you might like them. I had a dog once that actually ate frozen lima beans that fell onto the floor. Your video made me laugh because you are so smart. However, that picture of your friend with the scarf on his head was toooooo much.
Love you
Uncle Ray and Aunt Lynn
cousins Rollo and Parker
Hey Winston,
Great work looking for that food. I am sad for you that you didn't find any. But seriously - how rude that your parents are in the kitchen and don't give you food. I get upset about it too. But instead of sitting nicely I jump around and squeal loudly. For some reason they don't like that...?
Love Clover xo
Winston you are going to turn into Porky the Pug if you keep eating all the time! :)
Maggie and Napoleon are digging through their closet to come up with appropriate attire for the secret police.
I'll have to try to catch Lucy in her disguise, she's a well trained operative though and is an expert at counter-intelligence. Just yesterday she mind tricked me into dropping part of a hot dog in the kitchen and all I saw was a blur of fawn and the gentle swing of a doggie door.
Oh my, I need to get a more intimidating uniform if I am to be an effective leader!
It looks like you have a really big bowl. I think I've figured out my humans' trick: they give me a tiny bowl that is FULL of food so I think I am getting a big meal when in fact they are pretty much starving me.
Okay so the vet said I am big for four months, so what!?
Still trying to convince the mom to buy me a cop 'fit so I can join your PIA club. I don't think she has much respect for my authoritaaaa, if you will.
We are giving you five paws up for your tricks with the bowl!! Not too sure about the scarf though!
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