The End of Puppyhood Fast Approaches
Yes, the countdown is on! Come July 8 I will not longer be a pug puppy, but merely a pug. My Parents thought that in recognition of my adulthood I should have a better harness, so they bought me a Puppia (TM).

If this is not dignity is a pug's body, then I do not know what is.

This is a side view of "El Guapo," as I am known to Daddy's very distant relatives (the one's we all try to pretend do not exist, primarily those on his mother's side, maybe even including her).

Look at how I am filling out!! Every bit the picture of masculine pug perfection.

Here I am in deep thought, struggling against the injustices of the world...that and Mommy pulling on the stupid leash.

Even though I am almost pug mature, I still occaisonally seek comfort between the legs of a parent. Those are Mommy's legs, which I am using for shelter from an aggressive hummingbird.

So, it's a nice enough harness, but as you can see from this action shot, I still had to try and shake it off.

This is my octopus that my parents bought for me for my 11th (month) birthday. I was really scared of it, but eventually I added it to my list of vanquished opponents.

Soon there shall be calamari...or is that squid? I guess it could be a squid.

I also got a big baseball, you can see it here in the background.

I also got an unexpected present for my birthday. Apparently in my old age, my ears are changing shape again. Or at least my right one is. Daddy spent a long time yanking on my left ear to make it as long as my right one, but to no avail.

I am still very cute, even in my increasingly advanced age.

Okay, no more pictures, I'm exhausted! I had a hard day!

Snarf Everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth