Winston On Pugs: very brief thoughts

2010-05-13T10:04:00.000-07:00

Yet Another Boo-boo

As you know, the life of a pug is a hard life. I have been beset by yet another unfortunate incident. This one was not too serious ... I broke my nail. However, the break was extremely high on the quick so it was necessary for the vet to remove the dangling portion. The upside (in my parent's view) was that I had to wear a soft cone.

This is me, looking thrilled as always at wearing the cone.

This is Cosette, taking advantage of my distressed state to harass me.

OHHHHH!!! THE EMBARRASSMENT!!!

It's hard to see who looks more pathetic here, me or the stray. Cosette also has a hard life, there was this time three months ago when no one was paying attention to her. That moment has scarred her permanently.

The little comfort I receive comes from my "guy" (the red squeak toy). As you can see, it is Cosette's mission in life to take away the little happiness I have.

I was eventually able to escape to safety with my guy, but it was a close call.

This is the original cone picture from when I was a little lass. Notice my figure was less rotund?

Snarf you later,

/s/ Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2010-04-19T14:45:00.001-07:00

Memory Monday

I decided to copy an idea that I have seen on several other pugs' blogs and post some memory pictures every Monday. To start off, I chose to reminisce about my love of shoes. I do still love shoes today, but my love of shoes and my chewing up of shoes has subsided somewhat in my old age. Cosette, on the other paw, still has not grown out of her undignified habit of stealing and chewing on shoes.

Here I am with Daddy's sandal. This is the first of several pairs of sandals he has had to buy since I came along.

Here I am napping surrounded by all of our shoes. Those blue and white ones in the back were supposed to be mine, but I never stood for actually wearing them. I love shoes, but not when they are on my feet. Also note that there is only one sandal in this picture. I probably stole the other one and hid it somewhere before I took this nap.

Here I am taking one of my shoes to my snuggle nest to chew on it.

And, here I am with daddy's sneaker.

Here I am today with Daddy's sneaker just so you can see how I have bulked up into a total stud-pug!!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2010-04-16T10:42:00.000-07:00

I See YOU!!!
Dear old friends, I am sorry that I have been quite derelict in my blogging for about the past year; but rest assurred that it was alll the Stray's fault. She quite viciously, and without purpose destroyed the power source on Mommy's computer (all my wanton destruction is with clear purpose, primarily to annoy Daddy), and then was such a pain demanding to be walked and pampered that my Parents were unable to help me post (see previous mention of my lacking fingers to effectively type). Well, it appears that I may be able to resume posting on a more regular basis. I also hope to resume my quest for world domination, although I have become disallusioned by inability to conquer even a wussy region, such as France or Rhode Island, so I may not give this quest the same attention I did in the past. Plus, I cannot even effectively run my own household since the nuerotic Stray arrived.

I SEE YOU!!! I know that some of you have continued lurking over the past year, and your loyalty has been duly noted. This is a throwback to what my parents refer to as my "cute days." I still believe myself to be utterly adorable.

As everyone is aware, geography necessitates regular exposure to my Grandparents and their brood. That is Mr. Bones several weeks ago. He is so named because he was an emaciated stray (literally) when my Grandparents adopted him, right around the same time that my Parents had me (I am not adopted!!! Although the House of Pugsworth does have a long history of supporting numerous adoptions programs for Stray Pugs, Dogs and Children and would encourage all to do the same).

This is Mr. Bones following his "prepare for the Texas summer shaving." You may not believe it, but his butt-scent indicates that it is, in fact, the same dog.

He enjoys rolling around in the manner of a mindless lesser dog.

And he rolls, and rolls, and rolls, and rolls, and rolls.... Seriously, this goes on for hours. It stops being funny after a while, then it starts getting funny after while again, and then it just gets sad.

This is the Stray putting her entire head in the water in search of a sinking twig. This occurs while there are literally thousands of twigs in the yard (non-submerged) that she could have easier access to. She may grown, but her brain did not.

My parents say that her cute little face is the only reason they don't beat her. I don't think it is cute at all and their unecessary restraint is starting to wear on me. [Parents' note: we do say that, but the statement is normally preceded by some of her unnecessary, and occaisonally dangerous, destruction. Like when she destroyed the power-source of her Mommy's computer. We would never actually beat her, unfortunately.]

I always like to end these posts with a picture of dignity. So, a toast to the thirty plus pounds of pug dignity that I now personify.

Snarf Everydog later,

/s/Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2010-04-01T18:01:00.000-07:00

Swimming pool!

Cosette loves her new swimming pool!!

This is her first encounter with the pool. After this, she got more and more brave, and after a few minutes was jumping in and out like crazy!

2010-03-31T10:53:00.001-07:00

Playing outside with sticks

Hello everydog! Cosette here!!

My brother Winston probably told you that we have moved to a new place, but he probably left out all the pawsome things that we get to do here, since he is boring and does not always appreciate the finer things in life. Like sticks. And other dogs.

First, I want to give you all a proper introduction to my new pack-mate, Mr. Bones. This is a picture from when my parents first met Mr. Bones, when he was probably around 6 months old, right after my grandparents found him wandering around on the street and brought him home. You can probably see better from this picture where his name comes from.

Here he is today, almost four years later.

He has grown into a very happy, healthy puppy who loves to play almost as much as I do!

To further illustrate our size difference, here I am drinking water ...

... and here is Mr. Bones, standing inside the water bucket.

Now, the other thing I totally love about our new place is the abundance of sticks.

I love to run around with sticks ...

... get chased while running around with sticks ...

... fight Winston for sticks ...

... and play tug-o-war with sticks.

Even Winston loves playing stick tug-o-war!

Although, Winston mostly just likes to stand around under Mommy's legs when we are oustide. Like I said before, he is pretty boring.

After I get done playing all those fun games with my sticks, I also enjoy laying in the sun with my sticks and getting in several pug-naps. So far we are having a pretty fun time here. I have even heard rumors of a swimming pool in my future. I will try to make sure Winston keeps reporting on all of our great activities!

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,

/s/ Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

2010-03-25T09:58:00.000-07:00

New Toy

I am so excited to see that some of my loyal readers are still out there!! Now I can tell all of you about a great new toy that I found yesterday.

This is the toy. I found it sitting on the kitchen floor, and no one else was around to play with it!

After barking at the new toy and walking around it several times, I decided it was safe to play with. Just my luck, the stray came over and decided she also wanted to play with the toy.

I watched as she stole it right out from under me!

I was finally able to grab it, and I had to find a hiding place. I thought under the table would work perfectly...

... but Cosette followed me under.

So I went to hide it between Mommy's feet ... but, she took it away!!! Traitor!! She just kept saying something about "juice everywhere" and "ants catching on fire" [Parents' Note: fire ants, another joy of living in Texas].

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2010-03-23T11:11:00.000-07:00

Wow it's been a looooooong time!!!

Well, I probably don't have any more loyal readers, since it has been almost A YEAR since my last post. My parents (aka "they-who-have-opposable-thumbs-with-which-to-type-my-blog-for-me") have a million excuses for their laziness - including moving a few times, Cosette eating the power cord on Mommy's laptop and us losing access to all our pictures, and their discovery of Facebook (TM), where they can post pictures of us from their phones - but I for one am not impressed. But, now that my Mommy has some extra time on her hands, and has caught up with all the guilty pleasure TV shows she may have missed over the past few years, she figured why not start posting again.

Most recently, we moved to a far away place called Texas, where it is really hot but doesn't rain nearly as much.

In Texas, we have been hanging out with these people (called "grandma and grandpa") who have a big back yard and two big dogs. Cosette is loving it. The big dogs have become her new pack. She loves to lounge in the shade with her new pack leader, Roxy.

She also loves to run around and play chase with the other big dog, named Mr. Bones.

I don't think she realizes how small she is.

Besides playing with the big dogs, she LOVES to chew on, chase, and play with sticks.

I don't hate the big yard. But I mostly enjoy hanging out with my parents inside without having the Stray around :)

And here is one of my favorite pictures from the past year - I always enjoy seeing my parents torture my sister!

Hopefully there is someone out there who will still read this, and hopefully my lazy parents will keep helping me post for awhile.

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2009-05-04T21:01:00.000-07:00

Announcing: The 2009 Pug Gala!!
The infamous pug gala is this Saturday, May 9!

Cosette will be defending her kissing championship, and looking to improve her 2008 record of 102 kisses in 60 seconds.

The pug gala benefits Seattle Pug Rescue, so even if you are not interested in witnessing the reigning Pug Kissing Champion, you should come, it's for a good cause! Not everyone can be a pug foster parent, but everyone can help a foster pug!!

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth and Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug (this is a rare team post - only for a good cause)

Happy 1st Forever Home Day Anniversary Cosette!

2009-04-26T21:13:00.001-07:00

2009-04-13T20:28:00.001-07:00

A Rockin' Easter Par-Tay!!!
My parents always have taken me to this rocking place called Camp Charlie for Easter, and the accompanying hunt. This year was no different, except the Stray tagged along.

This is us eating the some of the treats hidden in the grass.

That's the Stray playing with some dog. Notice the wide open spaces. The Stray made use of the vastness.

This is Cosette's BFF Kirby. He's just about her age and has just about the same energy level.

I was having fun playing alone with my ball, but I decided to allow this pug to play with me.

Here is Cosette, wild mountain pug of Guadalajara, scanning the horizon for her next prey.

This is Cosette nearly becoming prey. Actually, this dog was nice but seemed to be a bit much for even a psychopath like Cosette.

We also went swimming in the river. I ran right in and started fetching sticks, I love swimming and I remembered how to do it right away.

Cosette was more comfortable on the shore. Go figure we finally found something that she is afraid of...water, unless its in the shower with Mommy. Hope everyone else had a good Pug-Easter.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2009-03-16T21:03:00.000-07:00

Happy St. Pugtricks Day!!

Me and Cosette hope you all get lots of green cookies today! If the humans are good for anything, it's making up lots of days which are to be celebrated by eating lots of food.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2009-03-03T20:46:00.000-08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COSETTE!!!
Our baby girl is ONE today!! It's hard to believe but Duchess Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug is officially no longer a pup!

Here she is at 2 weeks old, the day we picked her out. We had no idea that kind of terror that was in store for us ... or Winston.

Here she is at 3 weeks old, her crazy personality already showing.

She was an expert snuggler as soon as we got her in the car at the breeder's house.

She quickly settled in with her new family as soon as we got her home. This is her's and Daddy's first make-out session. This disgusting spectacle occurs several times a day.

This is her first bath. She really likes baths, and it is a good thing because she always smells horrible. If anything, it has gotten worse with age.

This is her first dress. Isn't she PREEEE-TAY!!

This may not be what criminals have in mind when a cop yells "Come out or we'll send in the dog." It would be a good joke if they did send in our little Cosette (after the bad guy gave up).

She loved her first exposure to snow.

Her pretty little red dress.

Stealing Winston's crown!!

She is lucky she is so cute, or else she would have been in soooooooooooooo much trouble by now.

Happy birthday to our little girl!!!!

The Parents (and Winston)

2009-03-01T19:38:00.000-08:00

Hello loyal reader!
Yes, Cosette and I are still here, we apologize, again, for the humans' laziness with our blog. But this time they actually had a good reason for neglecting the blog - Daddy's pregnant!!

I thought only mommys got pregnant - I wonder what kind of evil spawn could be inside Daddy's belly??

Oh, it's just Cosette. I guess the humans didn't have a good excuse after all. Truth be told, after Mommy got back from the cess-pool (Phoenix), Daddy spent the next two weeks sleeping. Something about pugs being high maintenance.

We have not been doing much around the Pugsworth-d'Bonapug house these days. Cosette is her crazy self.

I am my handsome, studly self, just chillin' like a villian.

Cosette has slowly been claiming every single one of my old toys for herself.

And, Cosette has been staring out the window pondering her bygone youth. More on Cosette's youth later this week - she has a big day coming up very soon!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2009-02-01T10:57:00.000-08:00

Change in Leadership at the Pugsworth-d'Bonapug Household
A coup against the mean one known as "the Mommy" has been sucessfully undertaken!! Although I am somewhat suspicious at the way Daddy keeps saying "temporary" and "training" and "business trip" and about how Mommy is just in some cess-pool known as Phoenix for three weeks. Whatevuh!! He is just trying to rain on our victory parade.

Cosette and I bonded with Mommy from the very first day we came home.

We loved snuggling with Mommy, and we especially love when she fed us. But we soon began to chafe under the yoke of her tyranny, so we decided it would be best to run her off. I hid her slippers while Cosette shredded her favorite blanket. We figured that the coldness of the Seattle winters would soon send her running for warmer climate. We were correct, but like other recent "nation builders" we forgot to employ any long term planning.

Now that she is gone... Daddy, you are going to feed us, right??

Daddy, you are going to snuggle with us too, right???

At least we know Daddy is a great kisser!

In fact, Daddy has always been a much better kisser than Mommy. So we will be sure to get our fill of kisses while Mommy is gone.

And, Daddy gives us things that Mommy says we're not supposed to have. Come to think of it, Daddy is a lot more fun than Mommy. Maybe this won't be so bad.

Daddy even lets us share his ice cream!

And we both fit quite nicely on Daddy's lap for napping and tv watching. Who needs Mommy? Not us! Let's just hope Daddy was kidding when he acted surprised that we eat every day, twice a day in fact.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2009-01-19T19:32:00.000-08:00

Checking in to Report Nothingness

Hello loyal reader. I am sorry it's been so long since my last post. I feel like I have been saying that a lot lately, but don't blame me, it is completely the humans' fault. We pugs are apparently becoming old and boring, and it has been getting harder and harder for the humans to come up with juicy subject matter for the posts.

This is my standard afternoon ritual. Hoomans come home, I go for a walk and poop twice (the Stray always tries to hold it until we get back inside) and then I lounge...it is hard beinga pug after-all.

Cosette keeps herself occupied by destroying things, stealing shoes, and giving what the people consider "cute looks" when they are about ready to kill her. I don't fall for the cute looks, I think she looks like a dog.

After I am tired of sleeping on my human's lap, I switch to the couch cushion above their head.

The only thing that interrupts my rest is the ever lessening glare of the flash bulb. Daddy says we just aren't that cute anymore, but Mommy says we are still perfect snugglers.

Sometimes I still enjoy snuggling with a snuggle toy. I cannot just give snuggles, sometimes I need to receive.

This is the two of us getting through another day. Daddy thinks that we should get another puppy to spice up the plotline here, but I am afraid that such a desperate measure could result in us "jumping the shark." Any thoughts?

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2009-01-04T20:56:00.000-08:00

The Great Blizzard of '08
I wanted to prove to my loyal fans that there had in fact been a blizzard here in Seattle severe enough to make an Inuit cringe.

This is me and the Stray trying to "do our business." It became really difficult for about a week. Several times I was tempted to just give up, but then Daddy would have gotten mad and Mommy would have had a terrible mess to clean up.

In all honesty, it was almost a little fun at first to take in this new stuff. I had seen snow before, but never this much.

The me and the Stray decided to try our luck bounding through it, and it was a little fun.

Then we kept bounding and bounding, but my feet started getting cold and I began to realize that this stuff really sucked non-castrated testicles.

The Stray, being dumb and happy just kept running around like a fool.

She allowed Mommy to put a jacket on her to keep her warm.

I practically begged her to stop playing so that we could get inside. I should have just TOLD her we were going inside.

Upon returning to the warmth of the house, I took my comfy position upon Mommy's lap. My parents didn't have to go to work for almost two weeks due to snow/Christmas holiday.

Here is a little puggy snow playtime.

Snarf Everydog later,

Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-12-30T20:25:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas!!
Sorry we haven't posted in a long time, but we have been snowed-in in Seattle. I know what you are going to say, you ought to have been able to post more with the hoomans at home; but it actually does not work that way. Cold weather puts people and pugs alike into a bear-like hibernation. So, ergo, no posts.

This fat man brings us presents. That's all I need to know to wear a stoopid hat for a few minutes.

All the hoomans wanted for Christmas was a nice picture of me and Cosette under the tree, and this is what they got. Maybe Cosette and I would have posed better if we had gotten more treats during the year.

I knew immediately that one of the presents under the tree was a new guy for me. I grabbed that one as soon as I had the chance and ran to the big bed with it. Unfortunately, Cosette is now big enough to be able to jump up onto the big bed too.

This was the struggle for the new guy's heart and soul. Me and the stray destroyed any chance that we would build up any good-will.

Luckily, Cosette's attention span is not very long, and she soon moved on to our other presents.

Here's Cosette enjoying one of our new toys.

Once she gets it into her bed it is officially hers.

This is the Stray opening her first present. Hope all the puggies and people had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-12-14T21:21:00.001-08:00

Cosette Colbert Report: Weekend Edition
Welcome to this special weekend blogcast of the Cosette Colbert Report. I interrupt your regularly scheduled blog to inform you of a complete travesty of pug justice. For my entire life, my parents have been letting me ride in the front seat of the car. And I have been a very good little car rider, unlike another pug in my household who shall remain nameless, who is so horrible that he is relegated to a cage in the back seat.

Then, for no reason whatsoever, we all got in the car and my parents put me in the back seat, strapped to a seat belt so I couldn't even jump into the front seat if I wanted to. As you can see from my face, it was pretty much the worst moment of my life.

I tried to scoot over and sit as close to Winston as possible, for what little comfort he could give me.

This picture illustrates how much Winston cared about me in my time of need.

But, I eventually forgave him.

As a side note, my Daddy saw these pictures in the subway in New York City.

Apparently some people cannot appreciate the subtle differences in emotions illustrated by the pug's brow.

Here's lookin at you with two eyes,

/s/ Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

2008-12-07T20:50:00.000-08:00

Back in the Saddle
Well my loyal reader, I know you have been missing my adorable face and brilliant wit, but I am finally back in action. Me and the stray have been spending the last few weeks getting into lots of trouble and enjoying extra nap times with the humans.

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, hopefully everydog out there got some special treats to be thankful for. We enjoyed lots of laying around and watching football.

We also got our very own four-course Thanksgiving dinner. This is the second course, a frozen gellatin type thing - apparently Cosette has brain freeze. It probably doesn't take much to freeze her tiny little pea sized brain.

One thing you can say about the little tyke is that she never gives up ... especially when it comes to food.

After dinner I got into my snuggly pajamas and went back to napping on the couch.

This is my preferred method of sleeping on the couch. You really should keep your head elevated for health reasons, especially when you have folds.

Cosette is learning the remedial steps of couch sleeping. First I get her used to sleeping on a high surface, only later does she learn the pug head elevation trick.

[Note the black blob with the two glowing eyes in the background]

A few days later, we went to a holiday pug meetup.

Cosette found a baby puppy to play with. She seemed to like the little girl a lot but I avoided her like the plague. I wouldn't want my parents to get the idea that I would welcome another puppy into our house.

Of course Daddy was also smitten with the puppy, but he is smitten with all puppies and has begun exerting pressure on Mommy to throw another idiot into the pack [Cosette is idiot #1].

We also did a little bit of work on our Christmas cards. Here's a little sneak peek.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-11-18T19:16:00.000-08:00

Introducing: Baron von Lichtenstein
Daddy got Mommy a new pug, his name is the Baron von Lichtenstein. Me and the Stray really like him .... or would really like to eat him at any rate. Due to this factor, it looks like the little guy will be living at Mommy's work. Oh well, too bad it was not so easy to run the Stray off.

This is the guy on MY TABLE!!! The nerve of the newcomer.

This is closeup of the twirp. Daddy said he was the best looking pug in the house, Mommy said he was just the best looking fawn pug in the house. Below is me and the stray trying to eat him. Note the differing strategies.

Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing - Photo Books Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-11-11T19:49:00.000-08:00

Cosette Colbert Report
Welcome to the newest edition of the Cosette Colbert Report, also entitled "how Winston nearly ruined everything but then made up for it with a cake." As everyone knows my parents love me more than my brother, so every once in a while he pretends like he is going to die in a desperate attempt to get attention. He did that this past week. First was diarreah, so out came an antibiotic called mertronidazal to try to combat it. Then two days later Winston started acting really weird, going spastic and constantly running around for about 18 hours or more straight. Then it started looking like he could not control his legs, so off to the emergency room twice, the regular vet once, and a full panel of bloodwork told us...nothing!!! Winston was clearly miserable, unable to lay down and started falling asleep standing up. My parents then got an emergency referral to a doggie neurologist and this emergency visit became an overnight visit while more tests were done. Another panel of blood work, an MRI and a spinal tap failed to reveal anything. This was actually good because the neurologist seemed to expect to see something (my parents think he expected brain swelling or cancer), but once this was clean the vet began to suspect an acute metronidazal toxicity reaction. This happens in a small number of dogs, i.e. Winston. In the end, Winston started getting better as soon as he was taken off the antibiotic, and the spinal tap results were also clean, thereby ruling out ecephalitis. So after what my parents call an emotionally and physically draining week (Winston did not sleep much), all is well again.

I did not end up quite empty handed from this horrible affair, but more on that later.

This is the bald patch from where they took the spinal fluid for Winston's spinal tap.

A close up. Mommy and Daddy have been giving him extra attention for the past week, so his evil plan appears to have worked.

When he finally started acting like his old self again and all the test results had come back negative, Daddy got Winston a cake to celebrate.

I got to share the cake because I was such a good little sister while Winston was feeling bad - I only bothered him a little bit and I tried to sneak him some of my food when he was on his rice and chicken diet.

We enjoyed the cake very much.

The best news is that there is still some cake left over!!! And yes, this is a special hypo-allergenic dog cake that is perfectly safe for us puggies to consume.

Here's lookin' at your with both eyes,

Cosette Colber d'Bonapug

PS- the whole affair cost my parents $3,000 in vet bills, which they say is totally worth it for peace of mind and to get Winston better, but I also hear Daddy mumbling about how that is more than two sets of the golf clubs he's wanted for so long. Nonetheless, he seems happy.

2008-11-03T20:48:00.000-08:00

A Final Word From Both Campaigns
First of all, sorry for the lack of posts. There is no excuse except that Winston has been constantly throwing up and having diarrhea, and my parents have been racing to clean up the aforementioned stuff, while also keeping a certain black puglet from eating either or both. But now I give you the Cosette Colbert Report greatest journalstic moment. Here is the question I must ask both Candidates: "Senators Obama and McCain, if elected (imagine really hard in McCain's instance) what will you do to further pugs' rights in the world?"

(This is me doing my serious journalist photo-op. This is like when other journalists are cut to nodding with a pen folded in their hand, which is upon their chin. I want to be like Katie Couric, only I want to be taken seriously.)

(This is Elle, the Republican spokeswoman. Even in professional environments I must introduce myself and check their indentity.) Elle the Elephant: Senator McCain has always reached his paws across the crates to try to bridge the gaps between breeds. While he has always preferred large breeds with short tempers and small brains, like Pit-Bulls and Palins, he has also tolerated the presence of lesser dogs like pugs. This tolerance is the true hallmark of a maverick, yet he will provide the tough love that lesser breeds need in this most difficult of times.

I did not care for her answer to be quite honest.

(Now to Donald the Donkey, the Democratic spokesman.) Senator Obama also values the presence of pugs, despite the fact that they are intellectually quite deficient. Matter of fact, the Senator finds them to be just plain dumb and fails to see what they contribute to society at large. However, he too would happily tolerate them until such time as all paws can join together and bring the change that is really necessary, but he has much better things to do with his time that lose sleep over the welfare of pampered, dimwitted dogs of questionable utility. Matter of fact...um...the Senator says they are just dumb but...um....did I mention that he thinks they are dumb? But would be tolerated...probably.

Me and Donny here are gonna have a talk, and I have to be honest I have heard nothing about pug-rights this whole campaign. This is how I lobby for pug-rights.

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,

Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

[Note: Cosette Colbert was recently named Chief Lobbyist for PIA, a shadowy pug rights organization]

2008-10-19T19:26:00.000-07:00

Pugoween!
Last Saturday was Pug-o-ween and me and my ugly-mug of a sister had a good ole time. I know pug-o-ween came early, but I can't control that.

This weekend was pugoween. Cosette and I were bumblebees because my Mommy waited until the last minute to get us costumes and couldn't find anything more creative.

This is me in my bumblebee costume, hiding under Mommy's legs and being attacked by Cosette. You can see my costume is already coming off, I put up quite a struggle with the costume. Mommy must have realized I was miserable because she took the costume off right after this picture.

Here I am much happier, sans costume.

Here is Mai Tai. She is my half-brother's little sister. As my very loyal readers may remember, my breeder stopped breeding soon after my litter was born. Wonton is my half-brother, we have the same dad but different moms. Wonton's parents decided to get Wonton a little sister at the same time my parents got Cosette, so Mai Tai and Cosette are almost exactly the same age, only about 3 days apart. Wonton was also less than thrilled with the whole costume idea, so Mommy didn't get a picture of him.

Silly girls and their silly dresses. They just don't know any better.

This is my good buddy Rocco. He was a dogtor for pugoween, and he was one of the three winners of the costume contest.

Here I am playing with a chug. He was small enough that I did not find him threatening.

We played fetch with that green toy.

Then he got bored and decided to attack Cosette. I wasn't going to interrupt that.

Finally we got to come home and relax on the couch. Ahhhh, this is more like it!

Cosette is very snuggly. My parents keep telling me I would enjoy snuggling with her, but I don't believe that yet. So she snuggles with Mommy.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-10-16T20:09:00.000-07:00

I goofed
I must apologize to all my loyal fans, but I was supposed to post this last week because the Stray was on a long planned hiatus to work on her howling voice. My email was clogged with junk mail and I just deleted them all, including the memo from my parents regarding Cosette's vacation and her email reminder that I had to post. Anyhow, here is the story that I decided to tell.

Long ago, in a far far neighborhood of Seattle, located in the middle of a lake, on an Island, was an adorable pug with an ugly sister named Cosette. He had an awesome toy that he loved to play with and an irresponsible father who leaves the bathroom door open while doing quick "business." This adorable dog was so anxious to play with his guy that he dropped it at Daddy's feet and, when Daddy did not respond, dropped it closer; in what Mommy and Daddy(mainly Daddy) refer to as a "mid-stream" drop. Daddy yelled and Mommy, after being informed of what had happened screamed, grabbed an old pair of tongs and threw both the tongs and the guy away.

This made the adorable pug very sad and he gave this look for long periods of time. Finally, Mommy said "FINE!!! You had BETTER be GLAD that this is your favorite toy in the world!!!" The guy was fished out of the trash, put in the bathtub, run under scalding hot water for ten minutes, sprayed with bleach, run under scalding hot water another ten minutes, put in the dishwasher...twice, and finally returned to its rightful owner.

The aforementioned pug was happy, and he and his guy lived happily ever after.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-10-12T21:47:00.000-07:00

The Simple Things in PugLife
Me and the Stray like to Party, but sometimes it is the simple things that truly make us happy... and frustrate our parents.

Cosette and I found this really cool toy lying around. That's it on Cosette's paw. It was orginally a drawstring on Mommy's sweatpants, but Cosette stole it...while Mommy was wearing the sweatpants.

We spent all weekend playing tug of war with it. It was great fun. I even enjoyed having Cosette around for a little while. She is getting to be a formidable playmate.

I let her win for a while so that we could continue to play, which is apparently not unusual.

It was an epic struggle. It should be noted that my parents braided the now useless drawstring to make it easier for us to play with.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Give it up you little brat!!!

Cosette: I will not tolerate your bullying you cycloptic thug-pug.

Now, just for fun, here is a random picture of Cosette dressed like a chicken. She refused to sit still and pose for the camera. It sucks to be her.

This is her trying to get help from Daddy. That is called being naive.

After the battle with the chicken costume, Cosette was exhausted. Really, she gets worn out pretty easily!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-10-09T21:56:00.000-07:00

The Cosette Colbert Report
We interrupt the normally scheduled broadcast to announce that my brother won this week's Project Dogway. Scroll down to see my big bro's ugly mug. [Mommy's note: Winston is very handsome.]

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,
Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

2008-10-05T19:16:00.000-07:00

A rainy Seattle Week
Yes, there is rain in Seattle. It is not a myth. Allow me to educate you on how pugs deal with such a situation.

This week, Cosette and I spent a lot of time sleeping. We even snuggled a little bit. Don't get me wrong, I am very tolerant of girl pug puppies. Some of my closest friends are girl pug puppies. I will tolerate girl pug puppies having the same rights as strapping male pugs like myself.

That being said, I don't think anything should get in the way of the sacred union between a grown pug and his daddy's lap.

I still like to get some alone time on my pedestal.

Cosette also spent a lot of time this weekend chewing on things she shouldn't chew on, like the couch.

Cosette: "What's wrong with that?"

So, my parents bought her some keys. I don't know why keys would be as tasty or fun to chew on as the couch, but Cosette totally fell for it.

This little thing has jaw strength normally reserved for pitbulls. My tail is well aware of this.

She really loved those keys! All afternoon, all she did was chew on them. But, it wasn't long before she was destroying those too, breaking little pieces off that apparently she could've choked on.

Cosette: "What's wrong with that?" Puppies are so stoopid.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-09-28T20:31:00.000-07:00

Busy Week
My parents apologize for not allowing us to post last week but it was a busy week. Me and the Stray were prepared to post, but we are required to have adult supervision ever since by bud Duke the Pug got caught looking at naked boston terriers online.

My parents went to a game last week to see history. The Mariners were going for their 100th loss of the season, and with the Angels in town it was supposed to happen. Unfortunately, the mariners bats came alive and they somehow managed to win. They would lose the next night. Final season tally, 61-101.

As you can see, Seattle fans are not fickle and continue to fill the stadium even in rough times.

Later in the week we went to the dog park. This is me conquering pug hill once again.

The fawn dog is me and I think one of the black dogs is the Stray.

That is the stray in the background and me in the middle. We are smelling the ground.

I found my guy that I was fetching with. The Stray normally waits for me to do the work and then tries to steal the guy from me. The is a cleptomaniac if you ask me.

Occaisonally I humor her, most times and put my paw down and make it clear that she will not be stealing my guy, no way no how.

This is the Stray tired. Everyone in the household savors these moments.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grank Duke of Pugsworth

2008-09-17T19:30:00.000-07:00

Welcome to another edition of the Cosette Colbert Report.

A few weekends ago, we went to a dog fashion show (I am not kidding). The models weren't that great, which didn't surprise me - they didn't pick me to be a model so I knew something was wrong with the management. Anyway, the best part was that there was a professional photographer there!!

The photographer had the great pleasure of taking pictures of yours truly. My Daddy would like me to tell you all not to worry, the photographer signed over the copyright to these pictures so it is okay for us to put them on the blog. Daddy does not want our loyal readers to think we are copyright infringers or anything.

My Parents thought this was a great chance to get some good pictures of the two of us.

We were not as cooperative as they hoped.

Winston tried to hog the spotlight.

Wow, my big brother is fat!

Now this is a good looking pug!

Mommy says my ears will match once I get older. I am skeptical.

So, are we getting treats for this photo shoot or what??

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,

/s/ Cosette Colbert d' Bonapug

2008-09-14T20:50:00.000-07:00

A Slow and Selfish Pug Recovery
So, the Stray got spayed last week, and it was not without minor complications. Namely, a pesky urinary tract infection which made her go pee about every 20 minutes for several days ... nights included. This made for a tired sister and tired parents. I thought this meant that I could play in peace finally, but alas I was deceived.

This is the Stray early in the week. Notice the tiredness in her eyes. Translation: I don't have the energy to even torment Winston, the Great and Noble Grand Duke, even a little (I am paraphrasing).

The same seemingly peaceful attitude.

I took the moment to chill with my little guy (the red thing).

Ah, the times were sweet and peaceful.

But good things do not last. Here, the Stray is saying "is Winston having fun with something? Even in my weakened state I cannot allow for that."

This is me, longing for the guy that was so wrongfully (and tortiously) taken from me.

When the beast decides she wants something, very little can release the poor victim from her cruel and selfish grasp. Here, my sad pug eyes were completely impotent against her vicious schemes.

Here, she is playing with something else and will still not allow me to retrieve my guy. Note how her eyes never leave my guy.

Look upon this face. This is cruelty in pug form.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-09-08T22:06:00.000-07:00

Sorry For the Lack of Posts
There will be no posts for the next day or so for two reasons:

1) My parents got something called a "Wii" and Me, Cosette (the Stray), and the blog are currently being neglected and; 2) Cosi is getting spayed tomorrow and my parents are really nervous. We will update you on her condition when further information is available.

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

Update:
The Stray is fine and will be picked up, against my wishes, tomorrow at lunch. Mommy has taken half a day off to spend with me ... or the Stray, I don't remember which one was concerning them.

2008-09-03T21:13:00.000-07:00

Cosette Colbert Report
Greetings my fellow Americans. As you may have noticed, last week's episode of the Cosette Colbert Report was preempted by the Democratic National Convention. There was clearly a glitch in the system, as the Cosette Colbert Repot is still a new undertaking. Mistakes were made, and I will not place blame on anyone specific, although the truth is, it was all Winston's fault. This week, I fine-tuned some things and I did not let the Republican National Convention ruin my Report. We didn't let Winston go, we just fixed the glitch.

For this week's Report, I would like to share with you a wonderful story that my Aunt Lynn told me. There are a lot more words than my posts normally contain, but I promise it is worth reading all of them! Enjoy.

The Story of Adam and Eve's Pets
Adam and Eve said, 'Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us.'

And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves.' And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail. And Adam said, 'Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.' And God said, 'I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.' And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them. And they were comforted. And God was pleased. And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, 'Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.' And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.' And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.

And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings. And Adam and Eve learned humility. And they were greatly improved. And God was pleased. And Dog was happy. And Cat didn't give a shit one way or the other.

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,

/s/ Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

2008-09-01T21:23:00.000-07:00

The Crazy Lady in the Red Dress
The Stray is beginning to be absolutely certifiable. I will let the following pictures speak for themselves. However, I am glad that she is around because ever since she came around my parents have stopped harassing me with dress-up and started harassing her exclusively.

This is the famous red dress, she is already able to manipulate Daddy with her cuteness. I, on the other hand, must earn my love.

Look at that little show dog pose!

Yes, the picture of dignity ... or derangement!

Sorry for the short post, we will try to find some good pictures for next time. Hope everydog had a good long weekend.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-08-24T21:06:00.000-07:00

Some MeMe Making Catch-up (intentionally poorly worded)
As Cosette pointed out in last week's Cosette Colbert Report, I have been slacking on the memes that have been going around. This week I want to catch up on two.

First, I would like to do the Refridgerator Meme. This is our fridge. Ta-da! Nothing can be hung lower because both myself and the Stray will eat it.

One of my parents' favorite things on the fridge is a copy of this article from The Onion, entitled "Dog Breeders Issue Massive Recall of '07 Pugs". I am not amused. Shortly after this article was posted my latent defects (my eye condition) came to light. After much discussion my parents decided to keep me despite my defects. [Mommy's note: Winston's Daddy always talks about returning him because he is defective but he is just joking. I tell him that pugs cannot understand sarcasm and that he should not joke like that but he will not listen.]

And of course we have the directions to the new emergency vet. This was the first thing to go on the fridge when we moved to the new house. This is held up with a magnet from the other emergency vet. The other magnet is one of my favorite things on the fridge. It says "adopt a cat - you become staff. adopt a pug - you get a friend". We got this at the Pug Gala, from Daisy's Corner.

Secondly, I would like to do the "Adore Le Pug" meme. This meme has a couple of questions that my parents are supposed to answer, so I will, reluctantly, turn the blog over to them. If the post sucks from here on, don't blame me.

1. How did you first learn about pugs?

Winston's Daddy saw a picture of the pug in an encyclopedia when he was younger and always thought that they looked cute. Later, his chihuahuah/daschund mix defeated a pug in a one on one beauty contest. He thought the pug was cute but could not admit that since she (her name was Sadie) was competition. His Daddy then educated Mommy about the peculiar breed at a later time.

2. What made you decide to get a pug?

We (one of us anyway) already had the idea of a pug in mind, and then we got the chance to pug sit for one and a half very awesome pugs, Rollo and Parker. These two pugs are so entertaining and so loving, we definitely knew we wanted one (or two or three or more) for ourselves. When we finally got an apartment that allowed dogs, we started reading books about pugs, and the more we read the more we were convinced. They are perfect for a home where both people work, perfect in a town where it rains a lot and people might not always want to go out for a long walk, perfect for a small apartment, perfect for people who like to sleep in on the weekends, perfect little lap dogs who will put up with wearing clothes and being laughed at. And they have only exceeded our expectations.

3. Most memorable moment with your pugs?

(This is Winston on the way home in his little basket with his blanky and camel.)

Definitely one of the most memorable moments with both pugs was the first day we brought them home. We had about a two hour long drive to get Winston and about a three hour drive to get Cosette. We stuck them in the same little basket and they both slept the entire way. Both of them climbed halfway out of the basket so they could lay partly on me. I was in love with them before we even picked them up, but that definitely sealed the deal. We were strangers to them but they instantly put all of their trust in us. It was their first time in a car, first time with us, but as long as they could get close to me, they were content.

4. What is the most important thing pugs have taught you?

Patience, try not to take little things too seriously, always be up to date on your pet insurance, and if at all possible avoid highway 520 if you are in a hurry to get to an emergency vet (only people from Seattle will get this last joke).

5. Best thing you ever did for your pugs?

Huh?

We like to think that we have raised happy dogs who are confident, healthy, and who don't have to worry about a single thing. We have loved them with all our hearts since they day we met them, and have tried our best to let them know that.

Specifically, something good we have done for Winston is that we were able to take care of his immune system problem, get that under control, and save the vision in one of his eyes. After he was run into at the dog park, and the emergency room vet and our regular vet both told us his vision would come back, we took him to the opthamologist anyway, and it turned out we were just in time. She said it probably would've only been a few more weeks before he went blind in both eyes. We were connected with Winston enough to know that something was more wrong with him than the other vets were saying.

The other good think we think we have done for them is introduce them to each other. While Winston might not always love the fact that he is no longer an only pug, they are definitely good for each other.

I apologize for the cheese-ness of the humans.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-08-20T20:11:00.000-07:00

The Cosette Colbert Report
Welcome to another edition of the Cosette Colbert Report.

This week I decided to do a meme that has been going around; the google "...needs" meme. This is a perfect meme for me to do without Winston, because a few other Winstons have done this meme so he would have nothing new to offer.

1. Cosette needs a new wool skirt for winter. That is very true, this dress is getting old and obviously it is a summer dress that just will not work when the weather gets colder.

2. Cosette needs to be more proactive. Here I am telling Winston 'you will obey my authoritay!!'

3. Cosette needs work. Obviously, I am very bored with my life and need something to challenge me intellectually.

4. Cosette needs a protector. Here, Winston watches over me. Awww, I do love my big brother, I can't lie.

5. Cosette needs to be clonked on the head. What, just because I stole Winston's favorite toy and Daddy's shoe??

6. Cosette needs a little bath. Sure, I love baths! [Parents' Note: Seriously, Cosette LOVES baths. She jumps into the bath tub every time she gets a chance]

7. Cosette needs a kitten. No kittens, but I would love more squirrels!

[Parents' Note: we saved the best for last. This was actually one of the things that came up on google]

8. Cosette needs a pug dog wearing a red scarf. Mommy says this means we will have to get Winston a red scarf. Daddy says we need to get me a new pug and get the new pug a red scarf.

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,

/s/ Cosette Colbert D'Bonapug

2008-08-17T20:58:00.000-07:00

A Hot Weekend in Seattle
Me and the Stray had an interesting weekend here. It consisted of running around the house and crowding our parents whenever they opened the fridge so that we could get a brief respite from what was otherwise miserable weather.

This weekend, it was HOT in Seattle, and Cosette and I layed around trying to chill out.

We also got some playing in. We re-discovered one of our very first favorite toys.

Here we are a few months ago, back when Cosette first came home, playing with the same toy. The toy looks a little worse for wear, but there aren't many other differences, are there?

Well, okay, I guess Cosette has gotten a little bit bigger.

Back to today - notice how much more of the bed she takes up!

Despite the fact that she is a constant and inexcusable annoyance, sometimes it is not so bad having a stray around. We were having a great weekend, but then an "incident" threatened to undo all the weekend fun-ness.

"Threatened to ruin" the weekend is an understatement, the rest of the weekend was ruined by Cosette. We tried to go to the dog park and go swimming in the lake - see, I don't love the dog park but I do like swimming, especially when it is hot outside. But our fun was cut short when Cosette stepped on a bee and got stung. She let out a howl of pain. Here she is showing her saddest sad face. She is okay now, but of course my parents rushed her to the emergency room vet, and I got stuck home all alone for three hours. No fun.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-08-13T21:03:00.000-07:00

Welcome to The Cosette Colbert Report*
I decided it was high time I had my own segment on this blog. So, I present to you The Cosette Colbert Report, this blog's new and improved mid-week section which will feature yours truly, Cosette Colbert D'Bonapug. (*Not affiliated with my biological father's similarly titled show).

Some of you may have noticed that there has only been one post a week lately. Well, this is because my new report section has been under construction for some time. I intend to report on recent events with the gusto of my father but without the amateurish tilt of Katie Couric.

In this first installment of the Cosette Colbert Report, I would like to focus on Winston's Monday post, and how it was a very inadequate and boring glimpse into the wonderful pug meetup we went to on Saturday. Here you can see how I actually took advantage of the opportunity to play with the other pugs and get chased around.

Look at that speed! I am awesome.

I am also very stealthy. Here, I snuck away with this other pug's leash.

I also spent some time chillin' with the other pugs. I am the cute small black one.

This is me trying to get this annoying jersey off with the help of Winston.

Here's lookin' at you with two eyes,
/s/ Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

2008-08-10T21:07:00.000-07:00

I Hear "Pug-Meetup"
Whenever my parents talk about going to a pug meetup I immediately go into fun evasion mode. It's not that I don't enjoy having fun, I just don't like being accosted by the disgusting beasts that are other undignified pugs.

On Saturday, I was enjoying the morning sleeping in with my parents, when they started talking about the dog park. I was pretty sure they were serious about going to the dog park when they got out my harness and collar, so I shimmied my big body under the bed.

You can see the misery and dread in my eye!!! I hate other dogs.

Finally, Daddy got down on the ground to grab me so I braced for the inevitable.

When we got to the dog park, my parents got out one of my most favorite toys, my Guy. This is a plastic round ball with little horns coming out. It squeaks very loud and bounces very high and I totally love it. I can't get enough of playing fetch with my Guy!

With my Guy, I was actually able to enjoy the dog park a little bit.

I was fetching that Guy like a champ.

Of course Cosette tried to get in on the fun.

I tried to teach her my stare-down technique: stare at the ball with your tongue hanging out and your tail wagging like crazy until, magically, the ball gets picked up and thrown again.

No one does the stare down like I do.

The Stray does have her moments of miniscule cuteness, but they are few and far between. Overall the fetching playdate was a blast.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-08-03T18:03:00.000-07:00

Playdate with Delilah
This is the Stray speaking, I have taken over the blog to inject some much needed class. I know that some of you have been upset about the lack of recent posts, and I can assure you that it is all Winston's fault. But forget about Winston, on to interesting things: namely me and the things I play with.

This thing is called Delilah. She is an eleven week old English Bulldog puppy, who happens to the be the same size as a certain five month old puglet.

I came across her on a walk and, after determining that she probably was not a terrier spy, we began to play profusely.

This will no doubt go down in history as one of the world's great face-offs.

I am smart enough to know that you should always occupy the high ground ... and never start a land war in Asia. [Parents' note: we watched "The Princess Bride" this weekend. We think this is a reference to Vanzini]

The pup was quickly vanquished by one of superior strength and intelligence.

Traitors, like Daddy, will be dealt with in the future. That little bulldog looks freaked. I know the feeling, Daddy is a weirdo.

Here the bulldog is subscribing to Winston's favorite mantra: if you can't win fair, cheat. She snuck up behind me a pulled a sneak attack after the game was over.

This is Winston's birthday present from my Mommy's Mommy. As you can see, it didn't quite fit Winston, but it fits me perfectly! Jackpot! It says "Got Treats?" My parents think this is perfect for me. [Parents' note: for those of you without pugs, they are hard to buy clothes for because their broad shoulders and squat bodies do not adhere to the standard Dog clothing sizes. And yes, we do know buying clothes for dogs is crazy.]

This picture is to try and illustate the size difference between me and Winston, so you can all see that this shirt would never have fit him in a million years. Winston says thanks anyway, it's the thought that counts :)

And finally, some pictures to make sure you all know that we have not changed into active, social dogs or anything just because there are tons of potential playmates running around our new apartment. We still love to lay on the couch and sleep 23 hours a day.

I am doing a real number on the couches.

We also enjoy lounging around reading magazines.

A little bit of butt snuggling never hurt anypug.

Here's to Looking at You With Both Eyes,

/s/ Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug

2008-07-28T21:04:00.000-07:00

Back for Real
Sorry about the many broken promises about starting to post again and stuff, but moving is a really huge pain in the sturgeon and my Parents had no interest in posting after trying unpack/maneuver their way around boxes. Hence the unexpectedly long absence.

Well, we did move. The Stray, unsophisticated as she is, enjoyed every minute of it, starting with the empty apartment and all the new places she could climb into.

And all the boxes she could sit on and eat.

Here I am trying to warn her; "The human who gives out food is not going to like that", I tell her.

"But look how delicious these things look!" She replies.

This is our new yard. We do have to share it with many other dogs, but it is big and is even far enough away from any road that we are allowed to run around leash-less.

This is Mommy's attempt to take a picture of us and the view. As usual, we are being uncooperative, and she could not get far enough away to get all of the view in the shot. This should give you the idea, that is Lake Washington in the background. Cosette and I are very fond of the flowers.

This is Cosette and her new BFF Pumpkin. Pumpkin is about Cosette's age and lives across the hall. Pumpkin's people like to let Pumpkin run around the yard to get out all of her crazy puppy energy, and Cosette joined in on that game very enthusiastically.

This is another pug named Winston (Winston #2). He is a little bit older than me (Winston #1). Here Winston #2 greets Cosette. I don't know why this picture is sideways; Mommy rotated it before she posted it but it came out sideways anyway. Stoopid blogger.

This is Cosette, hmmm, I mean the Stray going nutsos with Winston #2.

I even stooped to their level for a little while and joined in the playing. I am pretty discriminatory when it comes to choosing which dog I play with, but I suppose a pug named Winston #2 is a good candidate. In case you are wondering, there was a sum of 3 Winstons present (get it? Winston #1 plus Winston #2).

This is me trying to get #2 to play.

I am sure you all missed my pretty, smiling face. Well, here it is, and hopefully the humans will not be so lazy as to force you all to go without it for so long in the future.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-07-24T21:54:00.000-07:00

Apologies
I know that I promised pictures, but unfortunately unpacking is really consuming my parents time and they have not helped me blog recently. I promise that we shall be back to our regular posting schedule next week (for realz this time). Please don't be mad ... all the problems are due to the Stray. But I did have an awesome playdate today with another pug named Winston who lives in the apartment complex :)

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

2008-07-22T20:40:00.000-07:00

I'm BACK!!!
Hello to all my loyal fans. Stoopid Comcase finally installed our Triple package with TV, Internet, and a phone that will never be used (but it is cheaper to get than to get TV and Internet alone). I had planned to do a post tonight but the cable guy left something called a DVR, and my parents are even more enamored with it than with the Stray. I promise that there will be pictures tomorrow, and I appreciate the patience that you have all shown in this most irritating of times.

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

PS- the Stray wants me to inform all puglets who may be unaware that cardboard boxes are quite tasty.

2008-07-11T17:16:00.000-07:00

A Note to My Loyal Readers:
Dearest fans,
My family and I (and unfortunately the Stray) will be engaging in a cross town move this weekend to a bigger apartment. My Mommy says that it will be a major pain in the bass. She always says this with a nasty tone in her voice, which does not make sense since she likes eating fish. Anyways, what it means for my readers is that I will probably not have internet at the new place for a week or so since Mommy keeps forgetting to sign up for cable and internet (Daddy is quite insistent on both). This means no posts for about a week or so (hopefully not more than a week and a half), but it all depends on stoopid comcast. Wish us luck ... my parents say the new place has a long hallway where we can build up substantial speed when we are pug-skuttling.

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

2008-07-07T20:48:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WINSTON!! [Parents' post]
We find it hard to believe but our little bear is 2 today. We have come a long way with the monster, and he has gone from a 4 pound puggy puppy that was afraid of the world to a 27 pound puggy that is afraid of the world.

This is the dignified Winston that all people have come to know and love.

This was the hamster that we picked out at almost two weeks old. We picked him because he blew snot in our faces and let us hold him on his back like a baby. Incidentally, this was the last time we were ever permitted to hold him on his back ... but he still occaisonally blows snot on our faces.

He was already snuggling with us on the drive home.

Soon after he was crowned Grand Duke of Pugsworth.

He quickly made himself at home, and let us know who the bed really belonged to.

He also quickly got started on his blog, so he could share his worldview with everydog.

We have gone on many adventures in the past two years, way too many to list in one post. The Doggie Diner, Easter egg hunts, the Animal Planet Expo, and many trips to the dog park and pug meetups are among the best.

Playing ball at the dog park has always been one of Winston's favorite outings.

He didn't seem to enjoy the swimming quite as much, but of course we were very pround of him for how well he managed to swim to shore.

He may not always act like it, but he is our little angel.

Happy Birthday to our handsome boy!

2008-07-06T20:31:00.000-07:00

Holiday Weekend
This weekend, we were so happy to have our parents home for three days, with nothing to do other than play with us. They also put lots of things in boxes. Something about moosing. I have no idea why humans do such random and crazy things.

This is me and the Stray just chillin' a little over the weekend.

While I was distracted she tried to sneak in what my parents refer to as a "sisterly kiss." She is a little freak.

We played a lot of ball. In case you forgot, this is my favorite pastime.

The Stray's fetching abilities are coming along nicely.

We got delicious Frosty Paws to cool us during the warm periods of the long weekend.

We had to be separated to eat our Frosty Paws because if she has half a chance, Cosette will go for my food, even if what I have is exactly the same as what she has.

I enjoyed mine very much, I pushed it all around the plate and the floor trying to figure out the fastest way to eat it.

Cosette was a little bit more cautious with hers.

We also took lots of naps this weekend. Here Cosette is sleeping on the desk while Mommy plays on the computer.

She is a real brat. I cannot imagine that I ever behaved like this in my younger days.

Cosette also had to spend some time this weekend studying up on her training. She is four months old now, so it's about time she start displaying the discipline expected of a member of the Pugsworth household.

Overall, I am not optimistic about the likelihood that the stray will ever exude the quiet dignity that seeps from my pores.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

2008-06-29T20:11:00.000-07:00

Pugs' Weekend
*Narrated by Cosette
This weekend, it finally got above 60 degrees in Seattle and Winston is just way too hot to narrate this post. I say it is about time I get to do my own post.

On Sunday we went to a pug brunch at a restaurant downtown. This other puppy is Taro, he is the same age as I am and of course Daddy found him right away.

This was an accidental picture...accidental in that Daddy did not intend for his pug t-shirt to be featured so prominently. In case you are wondering, the shirt says "pug power."

Here is the view from the restaurant. We pugs were way too excited about the three course brunch to spend much time admiring the view or posing for pictures. That is my Daddy in all his chunky glory.

Mommy and Daddy must have decided to take us out to brunch because on Saturday they made me dress up in this costume.

I did enjoy chewing on the hat.

This is what a real pug looks like in uniform.

Winston here. This is me in the same costume. You can all tell who is cuter!

But I have to admit, the outfit doesn't quite fit me anymore. There is no way that the vest is ever going to get back on me.

Hey! I thought this was my post! You better learn to respect my authoritaaaaa!!!!

Here's lookin' at you with both eyes, [Parent's note: Cosette often mocks Winston about having the use of both her eyes. We think that is very mean.]

/s/ CCd'B (Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug)

2008-06-26T22:04:00.000-07:00

My Bestest Buds Return!!!!

Long ago, I made two of the bestest dog friends that a pug could ever hope for. Sadly, sometime ago these two buds disappeared and went silent on their blog. Some suspected that the notorious blog fatigue had set in, but, alas, the true cause was much more excusable ... and serious. I will not go into details here, but anyone wishing to catch up on Duke and Gidget are encouraged to visit them: DUKE AND GIDGET'S AWESOME BLOG

This picture says almost all that needs to be said about their personalities. Gidget is the shy and sensitive one who dislikes the human's games; while Duke is the outgoing alpha dog who rolls with the punches and tries to avoid tripping over his massive tongue (his parents suspect that somewhere in the world there is a St. Bernard with a pug's tongue).

This was me at the first halloween. This picture was on many newpapers and entitled "Meeting of the New Big Three." Unfortunately our plans for world domination were leaked and the the grand schemes came to naught. But Rome was not built in a day.

Welcome back my bestest buds, and may the future hold better times.

/s/ Winston Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-06-25T20:29:00.000-07:00

Parents' Post:"Uncooperative Pugs"
We have been trying and trying since Cosette came home to get a great picture of the two pugs together. It has not worked yet. Tomorrow is the deadline for the Seattle Times pet photo contest (Winston's loyal readers will remember that last year he came in second place), and we were planning to enter in the "cutest couple" category, but it does not look like it will happen.

Winston is a pretty good poser, look at his nice smile.

Cosette on the other hand is not so cooperative. Winston patiently waits for her to take her place.

You can see Winston's attention wandering here. Cosette is actually sitting this time, but her attention is also wandering.

Cosette is somewhat more cooperative when she is held in place, but Winston has lost all interest at this point.

Even getting them both to voluntarily enter a picture is no guarantee of a quality shot.

Sometimes we can get one or the other being cute, but under no circimstances will they allow both of them to be captured during a simultaneous moment of cuteness.

Finally, the both attack the camera. Maybe they are trying to tell us something, along the lines of "enough with the bright flashing light!"

This is the best we could come up with.

Sometimes being a pug parent is frustrating.

2008-06-22T19:54:00.000-07:00

The Days of Yesteryear
Prior to Cosette coming along, things were different. Tectonic shifting had not yet created the gap between the couches which now exists. This meant that there was a sofa bridge that allowed even the most cautious of pug-nobility to explore the surrounding softness of his new home.

After I pointed out Cosette's lack of courage for jumping from one couch to the other, perhaps my loyal reader was thinking something along the lines of 'Winston, don't you know that those in glass houses shouldn't call the kettle black?' Well, as you see, I was not being a hypocrite when I called Cosette out for her cowardice. I not only jumped from one couch to the other, I slept on the gap between the houses, and I was doing that when I was far younger than Cosette.

I would still be sleeping on the gap, but as you can see here I am a little too big for that spot now.

And while it is true that the gap between the couches was a little smaller in my day, that is because I didn't need the gap to walk in between the couches. I just climbed up.

I even climbed up and got through when my parents tried to stop me with a baby gate.

Anyway, this weekend I taught Cosette how much fun it is to go on walks. How much fun it is every once in a while that is; we don't want to go overboard and start going on walks every day or anything crazy like that.

This is me letting my little twirp of a sister take the lead for a while.

The amateur had to take a break and lie down and eat some grass during our walk. [Parent's Note: it was a 20 minute walk]. Overall, she really slowed the pace.

She still had plenty of energy to pose for pictures, of course.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-06-19T20:25:00.000-07:00

Not tough at all
It turns out Cosette is not so tough after all, and I think it is about time that my loyal reader sees the true Cosette.

Here she is, making a sad, helpless face at Mommy because she is too scared to jump from one couch to the other.

This is the gap between the couches. Seriously, it is not that far.

But she just sits there batting her big eyes at Mommy, waiting to be carried. Real pugs treasure adventure and would take this leap on their own without hesitation.

She also gets cold really easy and is afraid of the dark. In both situations she looks to Mommy for reassurance.

Here she is in her crate. Notice how the door is open, but she refuses to leave the safety of her crate to venture out into the big scary world.

A close of the disgusting hair covered face of cowardice!!!

Frankly, I am bored with Cosette. Clearly, she's not that great. I may have to find a way to get rid of her yet...but she is good to snuggle with and chase around. I will have to think about this some more.

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-06-15T14:42:00.000-07:00

Cosette Attacks!
Sorry for the lack of posts recently, but Mommy has been really lazy. This new sister of mine is offically nuts. I don't know what her deal is, but if anyone knows of a pug-straight-jacket manufacturer, please let me know.

This is the psycho stray lunging at me in what had been a relatively safe backyard.

This is her attempting to grab my jugular. Luckily, I was able to use a double-toed, reverse one and a half back flip ear tuck to escape her grip.

Sometimes you have no choice but to stand firm and absorb the blow. It always hurts.

She even attacks the camera!

This is my howl of pain at the realization that there was nothing I could do to save my beloved pig-toy from becoming a bacon treat to the vicious beast. Incidentally, Daddy heard my cry and saved my old friend in the knick of time ... Mommy had simply been laughing at my pain.

This is us in the backyard. She is nuts.

Snarf everydog later,

Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

2008-06-08T20:27:00.000-07:00

Not So Tough After All
My parents have been going on and on about how Cosette was going to be a little social butterfly and make me look bad at the pug meetups and so forth. Well, we went to a pug meetup this weekend and, for the few moments my parents would put her on the ground, her performance was less than awe-inspiring. Matter of fact, she reminded my parents of another "cowardly" pug. I think they meant me.

This is Mai-Tai. She is my half-brother Wonton's new little sister. She is just a few days younger than the stray.

Although it is hard to tell, she is actually a lot fatter and stockier than the Stray.

She is also a lot braver than the Stray. This is her chasing the Stray while the Stray flees with her tail uncurled.

The Stray going totally submissive for the little pup.

The Stray getting her butt completely kicked.

I won this great prize by guessing how many treats were in a jar. I am an expert at knowing how many treats are available for me to eat in any given location. Unfortuntately, I didn't get any treats, but I did get this cool rope and ball toy that is great for playing tug of war with Cosette.

We also got these horrible party hats - as you can see I did not enjoy these very much.

And we got two great presents. Here we are opening one. Cosette was much more interested in the paper and the box than in the toy that was inside. She is still learning.

This is the Stray back to her outgoing and aggressive self.

This is me waiting patiently for my turn to the eat box. My turn would be spoiled by my mean Mommy, who took the box away.

I was able to enjoy the toys all to myself. This is the awesome elephant that I got.

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Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

PS- the only reason the Stray had so many pictures today was because most of them involved her being humiliated and put in her place!!

2008-06-04T21:02:00.000-07:00

Grand Duke's Question Time

I received several questions from a few of my loyal readers, and I shall now address them.

Question 1, from Goodboy Norman Featherstone: Do your people ever blame their farts on you, and if so, what do you do in retaliation?

Answer: Yes, Daddy constantly blames me for his gassy misdeeds. His lies are made all the more believable by the fact that the stray and I also have bad gas. I subscribe the the "if you are going to blame me for it I may as well do it" train of thought; so I wait for my parents to get their heads close together and then I fart in both their faces. Sometimes cannot be dealt with together so I address each of them seperately.

Question 2, from twopugs: How do you say hello to people?

Cosette's answer: KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS!

Winston's answer: This picture illustrates the way I say hello to the dogs I want to play with. I also love to kiss people, except during sanctioned kissing contests.

Question 3, from twopugs: What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?

Answer: One time I ate Daddy's homework...

...but that wasn't nearly as bad as the time I ate the Chinese take-out menu.

Question 4, from twopugs: If you had a time travel machine, where would you visit, and why?

Answer: I would visit the Doggie Diner. I would need a time travel machine for this because I would have to go back in time to the good old days before Cosette came around. I am not nearly spoiled enough to be taken to the Doggie Diner now that she is here, stealing all my attention.

Question 5, from Winston and Clementine: Do you have a particular namesake?

Cosette's answer: My full name is Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug. My first name, Cosette, is from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. Cosette is the little girl with the hard upbrining who ends up a spoiled young woman with everything she could ever want. That is all me, minus the hard upbringing.

My middle name is after Stephen Colbert, who is rumored to be my biological father.

My last name is after Napoleon Bonaparte. Our big bellies look very similar!

Winston's answer: I am named after Winston Churchill. Looking at that face, the reason is obvious.

See? I am a dead ringer.

Question 6, from Nevis: What's your favorite "human food" snack.

Answer: This was a very difficult question, and I could not narrow it down to a single snack. In addition to the snacks pictured below, I also love peanut butter and cheese. Here I am enjoying ice cream.

I also love starbucks frappacinos...

...and salad...

...and crumbs from dirty dishes...

...and beer...

...and cookies. As for Cosette, she has not yet mastered the "I'm so cute you can't resist giving me a bite of anything you are eating" face, so she does not get human food unless she manages to steal a crumb from the ground. She can't even reach the dishwasher to get to the good crumbs. Her favorite snack in the mean time is my food. I hope that this has shed some light onto who we are.

Snarf everdog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

2008-06-01T20:22:00.000-07:00

Reasserting My Dominance
In retrospect, perhaps the Stray has had a few too many pictures on my blog.

This is what I think of all of the pictures of Cosette that have been sneaking themselves onto my blog lately.

But even I have to admit, she is kinda cute ... for a stray.

And she has picked up on the posing lessons that I have given her. She is nothing if not a poser.

And she is a pretty good napping buddy.

And she does not detract from me since she is not nearly as cute as I am, as evidenced by this picture.

However, it does annoy me the way that she seems to be obsessed with my tail ... and is just a spaz generally speaking (as evidenced below).

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/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

PS- I have also decided to accept questions from my audience. These can range from the simple, such as "Is it true that pug poo smells sweet?" to the more complex like "what is the progress of the on-going Pug/Jack Russell Terrier peace talks." I also encourage Dorthy Dixers, such as "Would the right honorable gentleman agree with me that beloved Cubs are having a wonderful season, and that it is outrageous that their quest to their rightful World Series title is most likely to be thwarted, if at all, by those personifications of pure evil: the St. Louis Cardinals and the Boston Red Sox (although the Cardinals get some credit for playing real baseball)?" [Parents' note: Winston's Daddy did not get to see Prime Ministers question time and is currently in withdrawal.]

2008-05-27T21:21:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-22T21:26:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-18T20:00:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-05-14T20:56:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-11T20:06:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-07T21:03:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-04T21:24:00.000-07:00

RED ALERT!!!!
PIA has intercepted communications that suggest that a coup d'pug is in the works. The Pugsworth Domain must be fully mobilized. To address this threat I have decided to establish my own Pugtorian Guard to meet the threat.

I have decided to appoint the Stray as the first Pugtorian Prefect of the Pugsworth household. She has proven herself useful over the past week, yet I feel that she is dim-witted enough not to pose a threat in her own right.

She has a cunning way of blending into her surrounding environments, and I suspect that she may be part ninja, but that is just a hunch I have.

She also never sleeps, although she is constantly pretending to. Such cunning cannot be taught and must be utilized to its full potential.

This is more of her quietly watching her surroundings.

This is me teaching her how to deal with insolent pillows. She is like a sponge waiting to soak up my knowledge.

Dignity like this cannot be taught.

With her by my side, is there really anything to fear? Below is us engaging in fierce PT. We cannot rest during this dangerous time. [Cosette's Note: Winston is an idiot, and should be more careful about who he trusts. Also...he should really read his own blog. Everything appears to be falling perfectly into place.]

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/s/Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Cosette the Stray and First Pugtorian Prefect

2008-04-30T20:52:00.000-07:00

MeMe's
I was tagged by Pug and Bugg and Winston and Clementine to post a Memoir MeMe. The rule is, write a six word memoir. Here is mine, and to show what a great brother I am, I let Cosette do one too.

Winston: Lazy, One-eyed, Hates Dogs, Loves Balls.

Cosette: Brand New, Cute, Not Much Else.

Here are some more pictures of Cosette. Personally, I don't see what all the fuss is about, but if my loyal reader wants more pictures of her, I will post them. I aim to please.

She is too weak to stand up to my Parents and refuse to wear their stoopid clothes. She pranced around in this dress like she might even ENJOY wearing it. Silly girl.

Psst, Cosette here. I have to whisper so Winston doesn't hear, but some leaves were blowing around outside so he is distracted for now. My plans to lure Winston into a false sense of security is working perfectly. It is only a matter of time before I take over this blog and turn it into something respectable. So stay tuned.

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette, the stray

2008-04-28T20:25:00.000-07:00

A Humanitarian at Heart
I know that some of you may be wondering why I have gone easy on the stray. The truth is that I, despite a totalitarian streak that belies my petite stature (by human standards), have a soft side. In much that same way that kind hearted people adopt stray children, I have taken to adopting a stray that is in need of a good home ... and who my parents made clear would be staying even if the house became a "one dog home" again. I took the last line to be a subtle eviction threat.

This is Daddy doing what he always does with stoopid puppies. She is quite a porker!

This is a kiss-a-trois between Daddy, the stray, and myself.

The potential usefulness that I previously spoke of is already coming to fruition. This is an awesome game of tug-o-war that we got into. Naturally I won since I am a striking physical specimen by any standards.

VICTORY!!!!! Look as the pain of losing rips the inner soul of the loser (right, with pink collar).

This is the rematch that I allowed her to show that my first victory was no fluke.

After a long 15 minutes of playing, it was time for a nap. Being the good brother I am, I made sure Cosette was tucked in and comfortable before I went to sleep.

What is not shown is the little brat waking up and taking a nice bite out of the strange hairy rope lying upon her chest. I yelped and then sought refuge atop a higher perch (the back of the couch).

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[Mommy's note: Sorry for the talking in the background of this video. It has nothing to do with what is going on in the video, but someone didn't tell me he was filming a video so I was blabbering away]

Snarf everydog later,

Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

And the Stray

2008-04-27T20:18:00.000-07:00

Introducing the Stray
The Dog that my parents refer to as "Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug" came to stay with us this Saturday and despite my initial misgivings, things seem to be going well. She seems somewhat dimwitted and capable of being easily manipulated ... therefore, she may prove herself to be useful at some point in time.

This is her being invested as an Honorary Duchess of Pugsworth. She apparently is French and has a French title, meaning that someday she will be accorded the honor of signing some documents of surrender.

Despite liking her somewhat, I still feel that the crown does not suit her since high responsibility is clearly beyond her. For crying out loud she sleeps 22 hours a day (two hours more than myself, meaning I am twice as productive).

This is her at the breeders before my parents took her home. They think she is "cute" for some reason.

This is her playing with a new pig toy my parents got her, she is also seeking shelter from yours truly behind my Daddy's legs.

This is us chilling on Mommy's lap during one of our moments of detente.

This is what she does most of the time. Lazy stray.

This is me trying to coax her to make something of her life. I was unsuccessful in this instance.

She seems incapable of controlling her tongue. Below is the video of the first time we ever met. My parents set it up to get the event on camera.

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Snarf Everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-04-22T20:52:00.000-07:00

Abandonment and Torture
So, my parents completely abandoned me at this new doggy daycare where I had to play with other dogs all day long for FIVE DAYS STRAIGHT. I don't know what brought on this torture, but I am glad to be home. If my parents think they are going to do that to me ever again, they have another think coming. I am consulting with PIA to determine an appropriate punishment.

I mean, how could anyone leave this face?

And apparently they left me for these. I don't know what kind of weird, flying, legless dogs these are, but I do know they are nowhere near as cute as I am. [Parents' Note: This is the National Aquarium in Baltimore]

I just don't get it.

On the bright side, my Mommy did bring me home a new toy, a Maryland Crab.

It has squeakies in its claws, lots of legs to chew on, and a grunter in its body. This might mitigate my parents' punishment.

It has already become one of my sleeping buddies. Which is good, because after all that torture at the neverending daycare, I have a lot of naps to catch up on.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-04-17T20:26:00.000-07:00

Even MORE Cosette!
Winston's Mom here. Winston has been abandoned at Doggy Haven Resort for a few days while I go out of town. I'm sure he will have many tales of the torture he endures there to tell when he comes home on Monday. In the mean time, I figured this was my perfect chance to hijack the blog and post a few more pictures of Cosette.

Apparently she is already quite the little chewer. And those ears finally folded over, how cute!

She is also eating solid puppy food. That is her with her entire body in the food bowl. Her pug mentality is already showing itself.

And, she chews furniture as well as fingers. She and Winston will get along great! Note her round puppy belly, and her tail is starting to curl.

/s/ Winston's Mom

2008-04-16T19:03:00.000-07:00

More Cosette!
My Mommy bribed me into putting up a new picture of the stray by performing emergency surgery on my number one BFF, my strawberry. I was worried this would be one too many surgeries on the strawberry, but it came out looking like new (almost). So anyway, here she is.

Only TWO WEEKS from this Saturday until Cosette comes home.

Here I am at that age. Looks like Cosette may be a little bit more energetic than I am.

Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-04-13T20:45:00.000-07:00

Oldies but Goodies
I am very loyal to all of my toys. Some of my favorite BFFs today are toys that were here for me on the first day I came to my forever home. Like my strawberry, and Alberto Gonzalez the original; two toys my loyal reader has heard about a lot.

My Parents used to have this comforter. As you can see, I was very comfortable lying around and sleeping on it. It was also like a toy to me. I spent many enjoyable evenings chewing holes in it, like I do with my other toys. Then one day, for reasons I do not know, my parents brought home a new comforter. They threw this old one on the floor while they were putting the new one on the bed, and I immediately started nesting in the old comforter on the floor, and made a bed out of it. My Parents thought I looked too cute to take the comforter away from me, so for several weeks I got to lay on the old comforter on the floor, and I got to keep on digging in it and chewing holes in it to my hearts content. Then today my Mommy took the old comforter away. I was very concerned, of course, because I never enjoy losing a toy.

Then, tonight, my Mommy gave this tiny little blanket. After a few sniffs, I realized it was the old comforter, only it shrunk!

I was okay with it being smaller, because it still smells the same and is still just as comfortable to lay on, and even better now I can drag it all over the house.

So that's what I did all night - ran around the house dragging my new blanket with me.

Here is another toy that was here waiting for me on my first day home. Back then, it was almost as big as me!

Now I am a little bit bigger, but that is the same cow, and it is still one of my favorite BFFs.

I sure do love my toys!

Snarf Everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-04-09T20:38:00.000-07:00

Now this is what I call a cute pug!

In anticipation of the stray coming home [Parents' Note: Cosette should be coming home on May 3, so only about three more weeks until we will take over Winston's blog to post tons of cute puppy pictures!], I thought I should post some cute pictures of myself from the past year and a half to remind my loyal reader who the real cute one is around here.

Here I am looking cute sitting in Daddy's closet while he works on his computer.

Here I am being cute AND helpful - I went outside and found a toy to play with all by myself, so my parents wouldn't have to go buy me a new toy that day.

Here I am studying the ways of another cute pug.

Now I have grown into a very handsome pug. Just look at this face, how can that little stray be cuter than me??

Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-04-07T19:37:00.000-07:00

Temporary Regime Change

Well, my loyal reader will have to forgive me for the lack of my normal wit and wisdom in this and several upcoming posts. My Daddy has once again abandoned me, and since he will be gone for almost three weeks this time, my Mommy will have to help me with my posts. As some of you may remember, my Mommy does not really inspire me to be funny the same way my Daddy does, so don't expect these next few weeks' posts to live up to my normal standards.

Here I am kissing my Daddy goodbye. I will miss our makeout sessions for sure.

Another bad side effect of Daddy being gone is that Mommy has more time to take me to the dog park, which as you all know I could really do without. Here I am looking across the lake trying to send my concern rays to Daddy so he will come back home.

Of course, I can't really deny that I like playing frisbee, so that part of the dog park is not too horrible. Plus, look at how trim and muscular this action shot makes me look! If that's not a good looking pug, I don't know what is.

AND, I even bring the frisbee back! Good looking and brilliant.

But of course I am only really happy when I am sleeping or close to sleeping, and I am especially happy when I am sleeping with my strawberry.

Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-04-02T20:57:00.000-07:00

More Abuse
My parents have always been disappointed that I do not like to wear clothes, but they still get a kick out of me pouting whenever they dress. They put this shirt on me thinking that it was really funny.

The shirt has what they call "breathing room."

I must say that, while dressing a pug is offensive, I cannot argue with this shirt's message.

That does not mean that I will not try to squirm my way out of it.

This was me wearing another shirt with a very apt message. I was noticably smaller in this picture.

I am not impressed with these antics. This is my pouty face. This post was supposed to be posted yesterday, but Daddy messed up. I sincerely apologize and hope that my loyal viewers are not angry at me.

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-03-30T20:12:00.000-07:00

MY BLOG HAS BEEN HIJACKED!!!
The following post is made by my parents and published only under protest. Normally I would never even consider placing pictures of strays on my blog. [Parents' Note: We got pictures of little Cosette this week and she has the makings of an adorable little sister for Winston,] Winston: INTERLOPER!!! [anyways we sincerely appreciate the brat allowing us to place just a few pictures of his soon to be little sister on his blog.] Winston: I was threatened with a cessation of treats if I did not give into their most vile of demands.

[This is little Cosette.] Winston: What is that? She looks like a snack for a hungry pug if you ask me.

[We are very hopeful that her fold will turn out cute and not be too difficult to keep clean.]

[Is that not puppy adorableness at its best? We posted a few of Winston to compare with. We will be very happy if she turns out to be half as cute as our barky brat.] Winston: such a lack of dignity. At least my lazy eye is due to blindness, not dimwittedness.

Now, that is one good lookin' pug. That's me ala four weeks old.

This picture is entitled: side-view of a stud. I apologize if any viewers were frightened by any of the pictures on today's blog. I make no claims to them and assure you that they will be the last of their kind upon this blog. [Parents' note: they will most likely not be the last pictures of Little Cosette. The Grand Duke will learn to deal with that one way or the other.]

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth.

2008-03-26T20:36:00.000-07:00

More of the Easter Egg Hunt
After all the lame pugs left the Easter Egg hunt I was able to chill in the water with a cool dog. I really do hate pugs and it would make me really sad if my parents did something horrible like get a pug....HINT HINT.

This is me and my new bud Hudson the Golden Retriever (he's a dog) getting acquainted and cooling off in the refreshing river.

This is us again, running in the water and through the mud.

Side by Side because we are BFFs.

This is Hudson showing his dirtiness and splashing around for my parents.

My parents tried throwing sticks in the river for me to fetch. I liked running after them...

...but I did not have much luck actually fetching them (see the stick at the bottom of this picture) (see also the video at the end of this post).

Hudson was much better at getting the sticks. Here he was chasing me, but when he noticed a stick I had left behind, he had to stop and fetch it for me.

Afterwards Hudson was supposed to get into his car to go home. Instead he chose to follow me and chase me around the field again.

Nothing is quite so beautiful as a pug moving at full speed. We are sleek creatures second only to the cheetah in speed, the tiger in strength, but second to none in manipulating humans.

This is me showing off what I would look like in the wild. Scenes similar to the one above are often the last that prey animals ever see. An interesting aside, even the Wild Mountain Pugs of Guadalajara are born with collars and tags on.

This video highlights the difficulty I have fetching from the water.

Snarf Everdog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-03-23T20:01:00.000-07:00

An Easter-Egg Hunt!!
Following my protest/mental breakdown regarding adding a dog to our family, my parents took me to an Easter-egg hunt in a huge field to try to cheer me up. Unfortunately, there were lots of other dogs at the hunt and they kinda cramped my style. But I got over it.

Hey Daddy, this is fun and all but with such a large field I do not see why we should be hanging out here next to all these undignified mongrels. Let's blow this popsicle stand and go further out into the field away from these pea-brained snorters!!

Here is a view of just a small part of the field where the hunt was. That is me way down the path, chasing my frisbee. And there are some people in the background looking for eggs.

This is Zoe, our pug-meetup organizer's new dog. She is a cute little seven month old (according to my parents) that was going to be a show dog, but who has now been relegated to a life of being spoiled rotten. I welcome her to pugland...we were not meant to work in any capacity.

This is my old bud Oliver. He was my first (and most likely only) dog BFF. Not all the dogs there were total drags.

Look how many pugs!

Of course, with all those pugs, I was happiest playing by myself with my frisbee.

I was happily trotting along here chasing my frisbee, and I failed to notice the lumbering beasts in the background.

This is me in the wild, the way that pugs were meant to roll...provided there is air-conditioning, soft places to sleep, plenty of toys, many treats, regular meals, human laps, and televisions to pass the time. We pugs know how to rough it.

Here, I noticed the beasts. I was a bit surprised by the size of these dogs, They also had a slimmer more muscular figure than me, but that does not mean that I am going to fear them (see below).

Sometimes, prudence is wiser than valor. I am not a sissy, I am scared only of huge dogs like these, yorkies, and everything in between.

Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-03-19T19:49:00.000-07:00

I'm Totally Screwed
As some of you may be aware, my parents went and visited a stray this past weekend. Mommy had been harboring some doubts as to whether she was ready to care for a mangy mongrel (since Daddy never helps). Any hope that I had that she would get cold feet evaporated when, at a rest stop on the way to see the stray, my parents came across a seven week old pug taking his first trip home. It just so happens that a seven week old pug and my Daddy have the same size bladder. Had Daddy held it, I might still be an only pug, but since he could not hold it I shall now have to deal with a new sister rather soon.

This is very similar to what I shall soon have to contend with. This little guy is named Frank, and he represents everything that I hate about the world ... namely that there are things that may be cuter than me.

Daddy was trying to barter me away for Frank, when that did not work he offered to throw in the Stray. No deal was reached and Mommy said that he could wait a month and half. Daddy pouted, kissed the strange puppy (traitor!!!) and went about his business.

Oooh, dirt. What is attactive about such a moron?

Look at me, when I tuck under my legs my weight shifts to my behind. This guy is a regular Einstein.

This is what cute is!!!! Don't forget about me!!!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-03-16T19:40:00.000-07:00

HELP!!! My Parents Found A Stray!
OMD! My parents for some reason have decided to ruin a perfect thing and are getting some floosy stray! To make matters worse, they expect me to share my toys with this mangy mongrel. I do not know what I am going to do =-( Thankfully, she will not come to live with us until the beginning of May.

This is Daddy holding the stray. [Parents' Note: She is not a stray, her name is Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug. She is the Duchess d'Bonapug and will likely be made an honorary Grand Duchess of the House of Pugsworth...but negotiations continue on that front.] They think that she is really cute for some reason.

This is Mommy holding the same thing.

My parents love this picture. I don't get it!!! Daddy hates rats and hamsters, this merely looks like a mixture of the two.

Sideview of the stray.

The boring stray/vermin was asleep the entire time. Why would my parents want that? It is clearly defective!!

Notice her little ears sticking straight out. They are still too small to flop over. This is unacceptabe in so many ways.

This is Cosette's Bio-Dad, Prince. My parents said he was cool and liked butt-scratches. I can respect that.

He is a handsome guy. I am dissappointed that his offspring are so revolting.

Here is Cosette's Bio-Mom, Mei Ling. Does her toy look familiar?

This is me and my strawberry. Once again, the apple seems to fall quite far from the tree.

This is all the rat/hamster vermin together.

That is the stray [Parents' note: Cosette] with her fat fawn sister.

Here is one of Cosette's older sisters, Lillie, chillin' on the couch.

And here is what I, Winston, think of this whole thing.

Pray for the Duke of Pugsworth... my world is ending!!

/s/ Winston, the Happy Only Child

2008-03-09T19:37:00.000-07:00

Pressure Can Break the Strongest Pugs
PIA continued all last week to warn me of an impending Terrier attack (or so intelligence suggests); however PIA has been continuously deficient on specifics. Last Thursday the pressure finally proved too much and I suffered what could be best described as a mental breakdown. The symptoms began suddenly Thurday night with continuous pacing and the inability to lay down comfortably. When these symptoms persisted for an hour the servants/parents snapped out of their recent scheming and began to panic. Long story short, we were able to enjoy Thursday and early Friday morning at the emergency vet. After several x-rays and bloodwork the vet was able to rule out the most serious causes, such as Gastro-intestinal injury and a back injury. Ultimately, the vet suspected that I could have serious and very uncomfortable gas. Silly as this sounds, it may be true (the male human suffers the same malady at times). The vet interpreted my nearly four hours of continuous pacing as an indication of severe discomfort (good thing she has a graduate degree), and thought that my inability to lay down even when falling asleep while pacing dictated that a sedative be given; which it was and we happily left the vet at almost 2 in the morning. When I woke up eight hours later I was well on my way to recovery.

This tells you everything you need to know about how I feel. The humans showered me with affection and reassured me that they were not Jack Russell Terrier spies. Thankfully, the recent veto of legislation that would have outlawed waterboarding preserves the option for more "thorough" interrogation of them in the future; and I suspect that they will eventually admit their treachery... regardless of whether or not it is true.

Rest truly is the best medicine.

Rest on Mommy's lap seems to have more of a therapeutic value that rest elsewhere.

But I have nothing against rest elsewhere.

My humans did manage to take pretty good care of me. I had them totally at my beckon-call all weekend.

And I was back to playing in no time. (Full Disclosure- this is a picture from when I was a mere pup, but this is what my play looked like). Vigilence Friends!!!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-03-06T21:56:00.000-08:00

Suspicious Activities Abound
PIA has been buzzing recently. Terrier chatter suggests that something is afoot, but concrete details are difficult to come by. What concerns me most is that my servants/parents have also been acting strangely, but they immediately engage in a forced pattern of normalcy anytime they see a certain pug cyclops peeking around the corner and attempting eavesdrop upon their conversation. Could it be that the feared Jack Russell Terrier Secret Security Service (JRTS^3) has infiltrated my own domain and brainwashed the weekminded humans? The male has always seemed a bit slow and redheads are known for being easily manipulated. There is nothing I can do at this point in time but keep my guard up and await further developments. Rest assured that once the full plot is uncovered I shall be upon it like pug on food. Until then, solidarity pug brothers!!!

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-03-02T20:50:00.000-08:00

Weekend of Chores
In my household I am more than just a pretty face. As a mature pug I am now expected to pull my weight. Sometimes this is quite irritating, but I will assimilate if need be and take my place in the complex division of labor that is a pug household. But that does not mean that I will not gripe about it.

This is my 'do we really have to do chores? Can't we just lay on the couch and chew on bones all day?' face.

First we made the bed.

Then we did laundry. My job is to smell the towels and determine which ones are dirty.

Yeah, these are pretty dirty, but I better double check.

Mmmmm, GLORIOUS DIRTY TOWELLS!!! I love this smell SOOOO much!!!

After the chores are done I like to veg for a while, but, of course, this is how must pug days end.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-02-28T22:13:00.000-08:00

Mean Parents
My mean parents made me go get blood tests for some reason. To make up for this insufferable abuse they agreed to play with me and let me sleep.

See the bandage from the horrible abuse that I was subjected to? Such cruel parents. Luckily, they threw the ball for me in an attempt to get into my good graces. Even Alpha looks like he is annoyed that they would subject me to such horrendous abuse.

Later, I chilled a bit on the couch. My parents thought it was funny the way my back leg bent. They thought it looked like a random pug leg was growing out of my side.

This is more traditional pug chillin'. Notice the destroyed and mashed-in couch pillows. The parents attibute that damage to a certain pug. I think that I am a scape-pug because one time me and daddy got home and saw Mommy digging and knawing at the pillows. She may be responsible for a good portion of the damage. Daddy thinks she is "commitable"...whatever that means.

This is my new BFF. It is an old sock of Mommy's that she tied in a knot and gave to me rather than throw it away. My parents are starting to think that they will just give me old socks instead of new toys. I can't believe it took them this long to realize that I savor nothing in life more that the aroma of a dirty old foot.

The "sad pug" eyes ... more food please :-(

When sad eyes alone do not get food I turn to the "sad eyes with a head twist."

This story only ends one way: Mommy calls me over and feeds me the choice pieces of that night's dinner. Such is the life of a pug.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

2008-02-27T09:42:00.000-08:00

A Shout Out to a "Lesser Dog"
I sometimes think that we pugs forget how lucky we are to be pugs. Almost without exception, from the day we are born we are loved, nourished, and just generally spoiled. There is nothing wrong with this since we work hard to be adorable. There are other dogs, however, who do not have the looks, cuteness, or skills to be pugs; but they deserve to be loved nonetheless. Today I am featuring a lesser dog named Snick. Snick's Daddy is one of my Daddy's pals.

Snick is a Belgian Malmois. Malmois is actually a French-Dutch mixed word that means "hairy beast with big nose and beady little eyes." I feel that when you look at Snick from the right angle, and in the right light, she is still quite cute.

BIG SMILE!!! All dogs big and small seem to have this pose nailed. I think that Snick performed it quite flawlessly here.

LOOK!!!! Me and the big dog have something in common. We both like to chase the frisbee. I wonder if Snick gets tired after one throw and curles up on Mommy's lap also. Go on over and tell Snick hello. We dogs should concentrate on our similarities, not our diffences; I also feel that it is the responsibility of us pugs to look out for the "lesser dogs."

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth