Pug-o-ween!!!
My parents really enjoy this holiday, but I am not so crazy about it. Last year I placed in both the contests I was in. No prizes this year. My parents attibute this to me no longer being a puppy, me being kind of ugly, and a massive conspiracy. Lastly, my Seattle Times Dog Photo Contest ends on Tuesday, so get those last minute votes in for me!!!! Remember to vote for the bubble ABOVE my head, I do not want to have a redux of the Butterfly ballot.


I was a Pirate. My parents had this conversation amongst themselves that went: "You are going to be a pirate" and the other one exclaims "but I don't want to be a pirate!!!" and they both laugh. I swear that they are both certifiable.

This is me with my eyepatch. I wouldn't let them keep it on for long but it is not like it affects the vision in that eye or anything.

Here's my good buddy Oliver in a devil costume.

Here's Oliver without his costume, notice how much happier he is.

And here's Oliver being attacked by a four-legged pumpkin. Stay tuned for another post about pug-eating pumpkins later in the week.

Here's an action shot of me and my Daddy's new favorite pug, Rocco. He's five months old, and only about 6 pounds. He was dressed as a Seahawks player.

Here's my Daddy kissing Rocco.

Here I'm investigating a giant spider.

This is Darth Pug. He's a registered Republican.

This is Otis, also dressed as a Seahawks player, and wearing a birthday hat because he will be celebrating his 1st birthday on Tuesday.

This is Annabelle. I think she knows something that I don't (note the wink, she has two perfectly good eyes).

This is Tasmanian Devil Pug, aka Taz. She is not amused.

This is where I stayed most of the time. FYI- those are Daddy's shoes.

Snarf everydog later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth