A Sad Anniversary
We have been puppy tagged by Suki. As you all know, my parents got me when they were looking for an excuse to stop studying for the bar exam, but that is not the whole story. A year ago my Daddy's high school puppy Frenchy died. Frenchy was a chihuahuah/daschaund mix (they think) that was adopted from the pound, and was named Frenchy because she French kissed anyone she met... a lot. She was also the sweetest dog ever and possessed the ability to disarm anyone. She even convinced Daddy's mother (who did not like dogs) to let her sleep in bed with her. And there Frenchy stayed, on the bed that is, for about 10 years. Visitors would quitely enter Daddy's parents' room and wait for her to lift her head, which was a sign that it was acceptable to approach and kiss. The only thing that could get her out of bed was the shaking of the car keys, the words "car ride"- which she heard at least once daily-, or dinner. She was easily the most popular member of the family, but sadly cancer took her. However, it just so happens that the only thing that can heal dog-induced heartbreak is a new puppy. I was happy to provide my services in this instance. Daddy says that I lack both the dignity and class of Frenchy, but that he will nonetheless continue to work with me.

Here I am barely a puppy, only 2 weeks old. As my mommy said, I looked like more like a rat than a puppy.

Here I am a little more puppy like at 4 weeks. This was the first time that my parents and I really got to play with each other. Notice how my tail does not even complete a full curl.

Here at 7 1/2 weeks I am a bona fide adorable puppy.

This is my first ever car ride. I slept in the box, which was set on top of Mommy's lap. They thought that I was going to be a good car-rider...I sure fooled them. [Parents' note: he is a horrible car-rider and we have been forced to give up on all doggy seatbelts, we now must lock the idiot in a crate to take him anywhere.]

This is me trying to get on my snuggle-nest back in the days when it was huge!!!

This me soundly asleep upon the aforementioned snuggle-nest.

This was me with my Sombrero that my parents got me from Mexico.

This was the dress that Daddy got me because he thought it was funny. I showed him, I destroyed his remote control (also pictured) and he was forced to watch one channel for several days until Mommy bought him a universal remote.

This is me as a plump puggy puppy. Too many frappacinos will destroy a bikini figure, but frappacinos are everywhere in Starbucks dominated Seattle.

WATER TORTURE!!! It sucks, and my parents still subject me to it on a weekly basis.

This was my frog outfit, one of my first costumes. It was put on as punishment for making Mommy mad. Apparently, "Don't piss off a red-head" is a universal truth.

This is me snuggling soundly upon my original BFFs. I have gone through about 7 loofas, one stuffed pig toy, and the ducky is now on life support. I should also mentioned that I have destroyed scores of other toys, and several things that were not mine.

This is me pretending to be an angel so that Daddy does not kick me out on the Street, like he has threatened to do on several occaisons [Daddy's note: after he pooped on the bed, peed on my pillow, and bit my ear and made it bleed].

Snarf everyone later,

Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth