Checking in to Report Nothingness

Hello loyal reader. I am sorry it's been so long since my last post. I feel like I have been saying that a lot lately, but don't blame me, it is completely the humans' fault. We pugs are apparently becoming old and boring, and it has been getting harder and harder for the humans to come up with juicy subject matter for the posts.

This is my standard afternoon ritual. Hoomans come home, I go for a walk and poop twice (the Stray always tries to hold it until we get back inside) and then I lounge...it is hard beinga pug after-all.

Cosette keeps herself occupied by destroying things, stealing shoes, and giving what the people consider "cute looks" when they are about ready to kill her. I don't fall for the cute looks, I think she looks like a dog.

After I am tired of sleeping on my human's lap, I switch to the couch cushion above their head.

The only thing that interrupts my rest is the ever lessening glare of the flash bulb. Daddy says we just aren't that cute anymore, but Mommy says we are still perfect snugglers.

Sometimes I still enjoy snuggling with a snuggle toy. I cannot just give snuggles, sometimes I need to receive.

This is the two of us getting through another day. Daddy thinks that we should get another puppy to spice up the plotline here, but I am afraid that such a desperate measure could result in us "jumping the shark." Any thoughts?

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

The Great Blizzard of '08
I wanted to prove to my loyal fans that there had in fact been a blizzard here in Seattle severe enough to make an Inuit cringe.

This is me and the Stray trying to "do our business." It became really difficult for about a week. Several times I was tempted to just give up, but then Daddy would have gotten mad and Mommy would have had a terrible mess to clean up.

In all honesty, it was almost a little fun at first to take in this new stuff. I had seen snow before, but never this much.

The me and the Stray decided to try our luck bounding through it, and it was a little fun.

Then we kept bounding and bounding, but my feet started getting cold and I began to realize that this stuff really sucked non-castrated testicles.

The Stray, being dumb and happy just kept running around like a fool.

She allowed Mommy to put a jacket on her to keep her warm.

I practically begged her to stop playing so that we could get inside. I should have just TOLD her we were going inside.

Upon returning to the warmth of the house, I took my comfy position upon Mommy's lap. My parents didn't have to go to work for almost two weeks due to snow/Christmas holiday.

Here is a little puggy snow playtime.

Snarf Everydog later,

Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth