Still Recovering From Kennel Cough
I had a bit of a relapse the past few days and my parents took me back to the vet to insure that I did not have anything more serious. The vet said that I was fine and my parents have become suspicious that I always have relapses whenever they begin showing me less attention; I do not like what they are insinuating. Also, it has been requested that I mention that the dog bed so prominently featured in the previous post was purchased by my Texas Grandparents from a place called "Buster's and Sullivan's." I hope this satisfies my Grandparents and that more presents follow.

This is me during one of my recovery periods. For those who do not speak pug, I am saying "play with me, play with me, or share that food with me!!!" I do not remember which I was saying.

This was me during one of my down periods.

This was another down period. Notice the strategic use of the pillow and the flopping of the doggie cheek, which mothers in particular find adorable.

This is a zoom in so that the full cuteness of the pug cheek can be recognized.

This is just legitimate night-time drowsiness, I think it is time to go to sleep.

But I normally get distracted easily. Here, I am stalking a snow boot that looks really tasty.

This is me in my post-bath nekkedness. Hi Daddy, I'm clean. How's about a treat to celebrate. My parents think I look adorable without my collar but always make me wear it anyways.

Now I am really sleepy. The strawberry is my sleep toy, and when I get it my parents know that I am serious about going nappies.

If they still do not get the drift, I give another subtle hint and actually take myself and the strawberry onto the bed. Another good thing about bath night is that I get to sleep without my collar!!!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth