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