My Young Grasshopper
The stray has taken to emulating all my dignified behavior. This makes me proud and my parents angry.

This is us, the terrible two.

A redux of the stud and the stray.

Cosette's new nickname around here is "shoe bandit". I have no idea where she learned such bad behavior.

Daddy is always bad about finding his sandals. All the more so with the stray around here nowadays.

Cosette: Daddy, you don't seem to be using those shoes...

Stealing all those shoes is hard work!

I taught her to sleep on the back of the couches. I am not sure but I assume that her camouflage abilities will develop as she matures.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

A Struggle for Dominance
History has known many great showdowns over the years, but this takes the cake. Observe as the battle for control of the Pugsworth Household begins!!!

This is me taking a clear advantage early.

The stray then strikes back with some totally wicked judo surprise shots.

I react swiftly and use a two-toed reverse-pug incremental slip slug maneuver to get her pinned again.

Sometimes exhaustion gets the best of us and we are left to vocalize our rasslin'.

I finally decide that enough is enough and slip the strays head into the monster grip of my jaws of death.

This is her finally submitting to my authoritaaaa.

Once peace has returned, a nap time is quickly in order. The days are too short and it becomes difficult to fit 22 hours of sleep into a 24 hour day.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette, the Stray

Me and the stray play

I know that some of you have complained about the attention the Stray is garnering, but rest assured that this is still my blog. If you have any doubts simply read the title: WINSTON on Pugs. Not the stray on pugs. Anyways, I am secure in my position both within and outside the Pugsworth household. Ever since the Stray began heading the Pugtorian Guard all indications of an impending coup have ceased. Also, my previous sources are strangely silent, but I shall have Cosette look into that.

This is the two of us posing outside our pug palace

Here, she is showing me the fierceness which I have been teaching her.

Narrator, in the voice of Jacques Costeau: See how the small one lays in wait, perfectly camouflaged by the grass and just at the edge of the shadow.

Narrator: Observe how the small one leaps at the large one, attempting to overtake him with her superior speed.

Narrator: The small one underestimates the large one's intelligence, agility, and reflexes; the large one is easily able to avoid the small one's attack. The small one does not yet notice that she has missed her target. Then, like a bad-guy fighter pilot from the end of Top-Gun, beats a hasty retreat upon realizing she has been outfought by superior forces and is now in severe danger.

Narrator: But before the small one fully realizes the danger, the large one has her pinned.

Narrator: And that is about all the activity these wild mountain pugs can take in one day.

After all that rolling around in the grass, it was finally time for Cosette's first bath.

It's pretty obvious who the cute one in this family is, and who's just a cheap imitation.

The Stray's reaction to water indicates that she may be half cat.

Her drying behavior indicates that she is half pug and knows how to act cute when need be.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette, the Stray

PS- why the strange spacing you ask? Because blogger sucks and this little puggy is beginning to plan a move to wordpress because he has grown so annoyed over the past few years.

My New Squirrels
My parents felt bad about all the fawning over the stray recently, referring to her as "their little champion" and "their winner" and their "pug that isn't a loser"; I should mention that most of the mocking came from Mommy, anyways they decided to buy me an awesome toy.

I call it the wussy stupid squirrel toy. See, all the squirrels hide from me, so they're wusses, and they are smart enough to run once I get my mouth on them, so they're stupid. That said, it is lots of fun getting them out and running around the house with them in my mouth.

It's fun, please ignore that black rat in thre foreground.

This picture was meant to show off the squirrels, not the stray. I did not notice her in there when I picked this picture.

This is me having a good ole time with my squirrels.

This is the stray trying to steal my toy but she was unsuccessful and pummelled for having the temerity to attempt such a theft in broad daylight.

This is me with one of my three new bestest friends.

This is me trying to use the stray's head to gain leverage on the squirrel.

This is a picture of one of the squirrels and the carpet .... and nothing else. [Parents' note: the pugs are still getting along great, but Winston does seem a little jealous of Cosette ever since she won the kissing contest, but he is not jealous enough to stop playing with her.]

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

VICTORY!!!
It is with great pleasure that I introduce the Pugapalooza Kissing Champion: my pseudo sister Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug, the Stray. But how, you may ask? Wasn't I supposed to be victorious this year? Indeed I was, but on occaison I must be benevolent if I am to be a benevolent tyrant. The affair unfolded like this-- on Friday night the stray confided in me that she felt very unfulfilled in her life thus far; she believed she could do more than sniff butts and power nap. I at first counseled patience, but it then occurred to me that I could transfer all my kissing knowledge that Daddy and Me had acquired over the last year and give it to the stray. The end result ... 102 kisses in one minute and a championship for the household!!!

This is the stray in her victory hoist. That is the emmcee smiling in wonder at such an achievement.

This is what the crowd at pugapalooza looked like at its peak. An estimated 3 million people and 12 million pugs packed into a single hanger for the festivities.

This is a view of the pug race forum. Each heat consisted of a twelve mile sprint by lumbering beasts of fantastic stamina.

This is Daddy and the stray giving what would ultimately be a victorious kissing performance.

This is an action shot, note the tongue. That is the counter in the background.

Yet another shot of the spectacle that was only possible due to my kind hearted ultruism.

This is me completing my turn at the kissing booth. I did not want to outshine the Stray so I refused to kiss Daddy even a single time. Like I said, this was by design.

This is the stray with her prize, a zanies (TM) bunny. I think she should have also gotten a medal. Note that the contest seems to have exhausted my young protege.

This is us at home afterwards, snuggling and savoring the victory.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

Playtime in the Pugsworth Household

The household is still on full alert just in case the nafarious critters planning the coup d'pug strike, but defensive preparations have gone well under my trusty subordinate. The Stray dove right into her job as Pugtorian Prefect and, for security reasons, even I do not know most of the precautions in place. I also not longer have direct control over my palace guard; but, as I said before, the stray is too dimwitted to pose a danger to me.

This is me pushing around the stray during our photo shoot. It is important that she remember who is in charge.

Everyone knows that I am a benevolent tyrant, and after I pushed the stray around I allowed her to pose for her own pictures.

I demonstrated this pose for her before she showed it off to the camera.

[Parents' Note: The Pugs were not being very cooperative during their photo shoot. Cosette was having a blast chewing on the camera strap... ]

[...and Winston would not stop licking the lens.]

But, after the games were over, it was back to intensive physical training.

Cosette is such a baby, she is always running off to Mommy when I beat her at tug-of-war.

After a long day, even I enjoy snuggling on Mommy... and the stray tags along. On another note, I am planning my grand return to the Pugapalooza kissing contest. Daddy has been coaching me all year and I will not choke under the pressure this time. (Last year I froze when I came time to kiss Daddy, but the crowd was sooooo big!!! This past year Daddy has been taking me to public places so we can make out. This leads to odd stares from stangers, but is invaluable training.)

Snarf Everydog later, and hope to snarf every Seattledog at Pugapalooza on Saturday,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the stray