MY BLOG HAS BEEN HIJACKED!!!
The following post is made by my parents and published only under protest. Normally I would never even consider placing pictures of strays on my blog. [Parents' Note: We got pictures of little Cosette this week and she has the makings of an adorable little sister for Winston,] Winston: INTERLOPER!!! [anyways we sincerely appreciate the brat allowing us to place just a few pictures of his soon to be little sister on his blog.] Winston: I was threatened with a cessation of treats if I did not give into their most vile of demands.

[This is little Cosette.] Winston: What is that? She looks like a snack for a hungry pug if you ask me.

[We are very hopeful that her fold will turn out cute and not be too difficult to keep clean.]

[Is that not puppy adorableness at its best? We posted a few of Winston to compare with. We will be very happy if she turns out to be half as cute as our barky brat.] Winston: such a lack of dignity. At least my lazy eye is due to blindness, not dimwittedness.

Now, that is one good lookin' pug. That's me ala four weeks old.

This picture is entitled: side-view of a stud. I apologize if any viewers were frightened by any of the pictures on today's blog. I make no claims to them and assure you that they will be the last of their kind upon this blog. [Parents' note: they will most likely not be the last pictures of Little Cosette. The Grand Duke will learn to deal with that one way or the other.]

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth.

More of the Easter Egg Hunt
After all the lame pugs left the Easter Egg hunt I was able to chill in the water with a cool dog. I really do hate pugs and it would make me really sad if my parents did something horrible like get a pug....HINT HINT.

This is me and my new bud Hudson the Golden Retriever (he's a dog) getting acquainted and cooling off in the refreshing river.

This is us again, running in the water and through the mud.

Side by Side because we are BFFs.

This is Hudson showing his dirtiness and splashing around for my parents.

My parents tried throwing sticks in the river for me to fetch. I liked running after them...

...but I did not have much luck actually fetching them (see the stick at the bottom of this picture) (see also the video at the end of this post).

Hudson was much better at getting the sticks. Here he was chasing me, but when he noticed a stick I had left behind, he had to stop and fetch it for me.

Afterwards Hudson was supposed to get into his car to go home. Instead he chose to follow me and chase me around the field again.

Nothing is quite so beautiful as a pug moving at full speed. We are sleek creatures second only to the cheetah in speed, the tiger in strength, but second to none in manipulating humans.

This is me showing off what I would look like in the wild. Scenes similar to the one above are often the last that prey animals ever see. An interesting aside, even the Wild Mountain Pugs of Guadalajara are born with collars and tags on.

This video highlights the difficulty I have fetching from the water.

Snarf Everdog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

An Easter-Egg Hunt!!
Following my protest/mental breakdown regarding adding a dog to our family, my parents took me to an Easter-egg hunt in a huge field to try to cheer me up. Unfortunately, there were lots of other dogs at the hunt and they kinda cramped my style. But I got over it.

Hey Daddy, this is fun and all but with such a large field I do not see why we should be hanging out here next to all these undignified mongrels. Let's blow this popsicle stand and go further out into the field away from these pea-brained snorters!!

Here is a view of just a small part of the field where the hunt was. That is me way down the path, chasing my frisbee. And there are some people in the background looking for eggs.

This is Zoe, our pug-meetup organizer's new dog. She is a cute little seven month old (according to my parents) that was going to be a show dog, but who has now been relegated to a life of being spoiled rotten. I welcome her to pugland...we were not meant to work in any capacity.

This is my old bud Oliver. He was my first (and most likely only) dog BFF. Not all the dogs there were total drags.

Look how many pugs!

Of course, with all those pugs, I was happiest playing by myself with my frisbee.

I was happily trotting along here chasing my frisbee, and I failed to notice the lumbering beasts in the background.

This is me in the wild, the way that pugs were meant to roll...provided there is air-conditioning, soft places to sleep, plenty of toys, many treats, regular meals, human laps, and televisions to pass the time. We pugs know how to rough it.

Here, I noticed the beasts. I was a bit surprised by the size of these dogs, They also had a slimmer more muscular figure than me, but that does not mean that I am going to fear them (see below).

Sometimes, prudence is wiser than valor. I am not a sissy, I am scared only of huge dogs like these, yorkies, and everything in between.

Snarf Everydog Later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

I'm Totally Screwed
As some of you may be aware, my parents went and visited a stray this past weekend. Mommy had been harboring some doubts as to whether she was ready to care for a mangy mongrel (since Daddy never helps). Any hope that I had that she would get cold feet evaporated when, at a rest stop on the way to see the stray, my parents came across a seven week old pug taking his first trip home. It just so happens that a seven week old pug and my Daddy have the same size bladder. Had Daddy held it, I might still be an only pug, but since he could not hold it I shall now have to deal with a new sister rather soon.

This is very similar to what I shall soon have to contend with. This little guy is named Frank, and he represents everything that I hate about the world ... namely that there are things that may be cuter than me.

Daddy was trying to barter me away for Frank, when that did not work he offered to throw in the Stray. No deal was reached and Mommy said that he could wait a month and half. Daddy pouted, kissed the strange puppy (traitor!!!) and went about his business.

Oooh, dirt. What is attactive about such a moron?

Look at me, when I tuck under my legs my weight shifts to my behind. This guy is a regular Einstein.

This is what cute is!!!! Don't forget about me!!!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

HELP!!! My Parents Found A Stray!
OMD! My parents for some reason have decided to ruin a perfect thing and are getting some floosy stray! To make matters worse, they expect me to share my toys with this mangy mongrel. I do not know what I am going to do =-( Thankfully, she will not come to live with us until the beginning of May.

This is Daddy holding the stray. [Parents' Note: She is not a stray, her name is Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug. She is the Duchess d'Bonapug and will likely be made an honorary Grand Duchess of the House of Pugsworth...but negotiations continue on that front.] They think that she is really cute for some reason.

This is Mommy holding the same thing.

My parents love this picture. I don't get it!!! Daddy hates rats and hamsters, this merely looks like a mixture of the two.

Sideview of the stray.

The boring stray/vermin was asleep the entire time. Why would my parents want that? It is clearly defective!!

Notice her little ears sticking straight out. They are still too small to flop over. This is unacceptabe in so many ways.

This is Cosette's Bio-Dad, Prince. My parents said he was cool and liked butt-scratches. I can respect that.

He is a handsome guy. I am dissappointed that his offspring are so revolting.

Here is Cosette's Bio-Mom, Mei Ling. Does her toy look familiar?

This is me and my strawberry. Once again, the apple seems to fall quite far from the tree.

This is all the rat/hamster vermin together.

That is the stray [Parents' note: Cosette] with her fat fawn sister.

Here is one of Cosette's older sisters, Lillie, chillin' on the couch.

And here is what I, Winston, think of this whole thing.

Pray for the Duke of Pugsworth... my world is ending!!

/s/ Winston, the Happy Only Child

Pressure Can Break the Strongest Pugs
PIA continued all last week to warn me of an impending Terrier attack (or so intelligence suggests); however PIA has been continuously deficient on specifics. Last Thursday the pressure finally proved too much and I suffered what could be best described as a mental breakdown. The symptoms began suddenly Thurday night with continuous pacing and the inability to lay down comfortably. When these symptoms persisted for an hour the servants/parents snapped out of their recent scheming and began to panic. Long story short, we were able to enjoy Thursday and early Friday morning at the emergency vet. After several x-rays and bloodwork the vet was able to rule out the most serious causes, such as Gastro-intestinal injury and a back injury. Ultimately, the vet suspected that I could have serious and very uncomfortable gas. Silly as this sounds, it may be true (the male human suffers the same malady at times). The vet interpreted my nearly four hours of continuous pacing as an indication of severe discomfort (good thing she has a graduate degree), and thought that my inability to lay down even when falling asleep while pacing dictated that a sedative be given; which it was and we happily left the vet at almost 2 in the morning. When I woke up eight hours later I was well on my way to recovery.

This tells you everything you need to know about how I feel. The humans showered me with affection and reassured me that they were not Jack Russell Terrier spies. Thankfully, the recent veto of legislation that would have outlawed waterboarding preserves the option for more "thorough" interrogation of them in the future; and I suspect that they will eventually admit their treachery... regardless of whether or not it is true.

Rest truly is the best medicine.

Rest on Mommy's lap seems to have more of a therapeutic value that rest elsewhere.

But I have nothing against rest elsewhere.

My humans did manage to take pretty good care of me. I had them totally at my beckon-call all weekend.

And I was back to playing in no time. (Full Disclosure- this is a picture from when I was a mere pup, but this is what my play looked like). Vigilence Friends!!!

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Suspicious Activities Abound
PIA has been buzzing recently. Terrier chatter suggests that something is afoot, but concrete details are difficult to come by. What concerns me most is that my servants/parents have also been acting strangely, but they immediately engage in a forced pattern of normalcy anytime they see a certain pug cyclops peeking around the corner and attempting eavesdrop upon their conversation. Could it be that the feared Jack Russell Terrier Secret Security Service (JRTS^3) has infiltrated my own domain and brainwashed the weekminded humans? The male has always seemed a bit slow and redheads are known for being easily manipulated. There is nothing I can do at this point in time but keep my guard up and await further developments. Rest assured that once the full plot is uncovered I shall be upon it like pug on food. Until then, solidarity pug brothers!!!

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Weekend of Chores
In my household I am more than just a pretty face. As a mature pug I am now expected to pull my weight. Sometimes this is quite irritating, but I will assimilate if need be and take my place in the complex division of labor that is a pug household. But that does not mean that I will not gripe about it.

This is my 'do we really have to do chores? Can't we just lay on the couch and chew on bones all day?' face.

First we made the bed.

Then we did laundry. My job is to smell the towels and determine which ones are dirty.

Yeah, these are pretty dirty, but I better double check.

Mmmmm, GLORIOUS DIRTY TOWELLS!!! I love this smell SOOOO much!!!

After the chores are done I like to veg for a while, but, of course, this is how must pug days end.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth