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

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

A New Harness
I broke my nice black harness a while back and Mommy bought me a replacement plaid harness. This new harness was admired by pug parents, but made me a laughing stock among the other dogs at the dogpark. So, finally Mommy got me a black puppia to replace my old black puppua.

Don't I look studily and dignified in my new zoot suit?

That is a good looking pug.

My parents thought I was concentrating here, actually I was preparing to throwup on Daddy. I threw up three times on Saturday and got my parents really concerned. Ultimately I was doginosed as having an actute reaction to large quantities of cheese and spaghetti, served to me courtesy of Daddy (against Mommy's wishes). On the upside, my upchucking got me out of the dogpark.

This is the quiet dignity of a sick pug.

This is me chillin with my BFF strawberry on my old BFF comforter.

Okay, okay, no more pictures!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Happy Late (in a temporal sense) Presidents' Day
I hope that all our American puggy pals enjoyed their three day weekend. I had a good ole time with the old people. First, some old business.

This Day in Pug History: February 18, 2007 my brother Buster came over for a playdate. Here I am trying to sneak in a nap while he gets ready to pounce again (that's me hiding between the two pugs).

Here I am today, still trying to get away from other pugs. This is Buddha, a friend of mine from the pug meetups I go to.

This was a pug looking bug that I was willing to play with, but who soon determined that I was a big wuss not warranting more attention.

This is me running in the midst of many wild dogs. They are BEASTS!!!

I pretend to be exhausted when I am at the dog-park so that my parents will bring me home. When they do bring me home then it is time to play. Here I am inviting them to play fetch with me and one of my eggs.

Finally, after about three hours of driving my parents nuts, I am finally beginning to doze off.

Puggy nighty-nite.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Happy Valentines Day!
I hope everyone is with the ones they love. I decided to dedicate this post to my true loves...my BFFs (best friends forever).


This is me and Daddy's sandal, one of my temporary BFFs, although we still hang out a bit.

This is me and my BFF strawberry. The strawberry is one of my original BFFs and the only one that has not been destroyed or forgotten.

This is one of the first BFFs I had, my football weinerdog. Sadly, he and I were only together for a very short period of time.

This is my original BFF, my pigtoy. When I came home for the first time he was the only toy small enough for me, a little four pound pug, to play with.

This is one of my favorite BFFs, the beachball filled with eggs. I still love ALL the eggs...at least the ones I have not destroyed.

Those legs belong to my Mommy, who seems to be one of the few BFFs that is indestructable.

Lastly, this is my Daddy. He is a BFF that I am also having a hard time destroying/putting in his place. Eventually he shall accept that I am the Alpha dog of the house.

Happy Valentines Day everyone & Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

First: This Day in Pug History
I meet my first pug rivals. These pugs have now felt the wrath of my fury and are missing eyes and noses. Only the sympathy of my pushover mother (who wears them on her feet) has prevented them from being completely destroyed.

February 10, 2007 I was licking my lips over some new additions to our household. They combined the best of both worlds - pugs, and stuffed toys that cannot play back and that will not squirm if I fall asleep with them in my mouth.

Second, Winston No Pugsworth Sets the Record Straight: It's official, I went to the V.E.T. on Saturday and I weight 24.6 pounds. Not 28, 24.6. Thank you very much. [Parents' note: Winston really does weigh 24.6 pounds. We do not know how. It hurts to pick him up and he has numerous fat rolls on his shoulders that would suggest a higher weight.]

Look at those muscles ripple!!! This is pug masculinity at its finest.

This is me keeping my good eye on Mommy. If she makes a move for the treat jar I will be all over here like pug hair on pug parent's good clothes.

This is me devastated that Daddy will not let me be in the kitchen when he cooks. Something about always almost tripping over me and fearing for both our lives. He is just a big fat meanie.

Is that a seven week old discarded piece of table scrap? It looks really yummy!

After a long day of scavenging I normally try to wrap up in a blankey.

When in pugland, do as the pug's do.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

I Struggle to Compete With Puppies
Ever since Daddy met that little floosy "Daisy," all he has been talking about is how cute puppies are and how I, as a 28 pound pug, am no longer a puppy. I have been doing everything I can think of to show Daddy that I am still capable of being cute.

This is me reminding Daddy that I can do cute things...like nap in my toybox. Daddy used to refer to me as his favorite toy and best bud. I do not know what happened.

I am also loads of fun since playing is my favorite thing to do. As you can see, I like to pull out at least five toys at a time to play with. Here I am intently focused on my pink-rubber-tube-with-a-rope-coming-out toy.

I also like to eat, which happens to be Daddy's favorite past-time. How much can a four pound bug puppy really eat?? What can she possibly have in common with Daddy?

I also enjoy sleeping (like Daddy). Below I give equal time to my competition.


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Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Pug Meetup and a Mean Daddy :-(
I went to a pug meetup and actually had fun playing. On the downside, some people brought a ten week old bug to the meetup (Boston Terrier-Pug mix) and Daddy was completely gaga over her and basically ignored me, despite my good dog playingness.

This is me (in the harness) chasing a puggle and another pug.

There I am in the midst of things. This is unusual because I am normally under my parents legs.

Here I am running counter to the circle to cut the crazy pug runners off at the pass.

This is me waiting for a toy to be thrown so I could chase it!

This is my competition. Her name was Daisy and she was a ten week old butt... I mean bug. How am I supposed to compete with that?

You can tell the size differential here, how can I compete with puppy cuteness?

This is her, asleep in her parents arms and acting like a total spaz.


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Snarf every dog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth