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 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.
Snarf everydog later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth
and Cosette the Stray