[Parent's note: NEVER GIVE A DOG TYLENOL, we made this mistake but were informed of the danger by a friend. We immediately got in touch with the vet who told us one dose of baby tylenol was not dangerous but to immediately discontinue use because it could potentially shut down a dog's liver and kill them. Baby Aspirin only!!! We now return control of the blog to the Grand Duke, but we expressly reserve our right to continue commenting on his rants.] First of all, I must apologize for my parent's unauthorized and boring post last Friday about me doing fine. I am now, in fact, completely recovered, however I am not certain what happened. All I know is that for a couple of days I was really sore around my manhood area. I have tried to check what was going on but have been repeatidly stymied by the humans. The PIA (Pug Intelligence Agency) is making inquiries but progress is slow due to our agents' penchant for becoming distracted and chasing their tails. Anyways, I believe I will soon discover what happened, but first let me catch up with my fans.
This is me and my beefstick. It was actually two feet long but Daddy broke it in half (so there is more for the future). Daddy says I get it for being such a "great little sport." He's nuts.
It's yummy, but I stick my tongue out at him and his stupid picture taking.
After a while I forget about him because my massive beefstick is awesome. For those of you wondering, that pile beneath me is my Mommy, who happens to be hiding from the camera.
This says everything about how I felt on Friday. I just wasn't going anywhere. On the bright side, my parents hand fed me a dinner of good wet food which I normally only get on special occaisons. A good thing too because they forgot to feed me breakfast. [Parents' note: the vet said to cut him off from eating 12 hours before the surgery. He looked so sad and couldn't understand why we weren't giving him breakfast.]
I cannot figure out what the deal is with this. [Parents' note: the vet didn't think that he would need a cone because pugs normally can't reach down south, but little Winston is nothing if not persistent and we actually had to put it on him later. These pictures were taken solely for our amusement.] 
A very annoying experience having that thing on my head. These people are starting to outlive their usefullness.
Once again, this just shows my feeling again on Friday and Saturday.
Since I wasn't feeling well my parents had to take me to a concert with them. We saw this awesome guy named George Strait or, as Daddy says, God. HE ROCKED!!!
More abuse from the Humans earlier today. [Parents' note: this one was legitimate.]
Well, I'm back to normal pretty much; although I have to wear this cone [Parents' note: our little conehead] and My parents won't let me play rough. When I finally find out what happened I will inform you and the proper authorities. I must tell you, there is an outside chance that the culprits behind my pain are aliens, but that's just an unsubstantiated gut-feeling. Even more concerning is that tonight on "Southpark" Cartman had a huge satelite dish up his behind and it looked kinda painful, but maybe I'll finally get the animal channel. Oh well.Snarf everyone later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth
12 comments:
Hey Winston! It's so good to have you back! Your parents are funny, but they are still parents. You are veeery funny! So I'm very, very happy that you are ok.
Hi Winston! Suki missed you! I'm glad you're recovering well, but I would look into that whole alien thing if I were you. It sounds like a definite possibility.
Glad you are feeling better Winston. Love the cone head...
that beefstick is HUGE!!! Glorious, glorious beefstick!
Hey Winston, we're glad you made it through your "experience" and are doing fine. Oh and Duke wanted me to tell you that he has beefstick envy.
Gidget
Also, Winston, I was looking through some of your older posts and saw that you and your daddy wanted a sister. Whatever happened with that? Did your mommy win or are you still thinking about it?
Okay, I have to clear up this sister thing again. I have no problem with getting Winston a sister. I would love a little black girl pug, in fact I have already named her Cossette. However, we just cannot aford it right now. Pugs are not cheap, especially in Seattle, and especially at our apartment where they want another deposit for another dog. As soon as I am not the only one bringing home the bacon for this family, we will find Cossette.
See, young Suki, the real problem is that some people, such as myself, are overflowing with love and want an adorable fur ball that they can share their love with. Others, like Winston's Mommy, have a small cold black mass where a heart should be. They make excuses as to why we don't have little Cossette yet, but that's all they are...excuses.
I want to get Giggs a sister too BUT Tony is a pug grinch right now. Maybe after Giggs is fully housetrained his daddy will loosen up and give in...
Hey Winston, do you think your dad got you the 2' beef stick to help you compensate for your loss? LOL
You guys are too funny! I can understand why you wouldn't get another right now (I know they're not cheap!). That's cool, though, pugs have long lives and lots of energy and you'll have plenty of time to get him a sister. I LOVE the name, too!
Heya Winston,
I, too, have beef-stick envy! I can only hope I'll get a treat that cool after my appointment next Thursday!!
Oliver
Winston, my blog is now up! Dad saved it.
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