The Days of Yesteryear
Prior to Cosette coming along, things were different. Tectonic shifting had not yet created the gap between the couches which now exists. This meant that there was a sofa bridge that allowed even the most cautious of pug-nobility to explore the surrounding softness of his new home.

After I pointed out Cosette's lack of courage for jumping from one couch to the other, perhaps my loyal reader was thinking something along the lines of 'Winston, don't you know that those in glass houses shouldn't call the kettle black?' Well, as you see, I was not being a hypocrite when I called Cosette out for her cowardice. I not only jumped from one couch to the other, I slept on the gap between the houses, and I was doing that when I was far younger than Cosette.

I would still be sleeping on the gap, but as you can see here I am a little too big for that spot now.

And while it is true that the gap between the couches was a little smaller in my day, that is because I didn't need the gap to walk in between the couches. I just climbed up.

I even climbed up and got through when my parents tried to stop me with a baby gate.

Anyway, this weekend I taught Cosette how much fun it is to go on walks. How much fun it is every once in a while that is; we don't want to go overboard and start going on walks every day or anything crazy like that.

This is me letting my little twirp of a sister take the lead for a while.

The amateur had to take a break and lie down and eat some grass during our walk. [Parent's Note: it was a 20 minute walk]. Overall, she really slowed the pace.

She still had plenty of energy to pose for pictures, of course.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth