In case anyone would like an update, here are four:

(1) I am 8 months old today!!

(2) I hate my brother. It's not like I want him dead or anything, I just want him nowhere near my house, room, toys, food, furniture, or humans. Other than that, he can do anything he wants. My parents kinda expected that I may not take to him so there are contingency plans.

(3) My hero Duke has accused me of starting rumors. This is a lie because everything I say is true. If you believe Duke's lame "I was drinking Gidget's pee to test her PH level" excuse, then I've some conclusive proof of Weapons of Mass Destruction I'd like to sell you. (Bought direct from Scooter Libby who vouched under oath for its authenticity.)

(4) My hero Duke needs to back off my little Suki. I have eyes for only her, Panda, and Maggie; but Duke is a player.

Now here are some pug meetup pictures.


This is me and a fat puggy. I'm the cute one on the left, the fat puggy is the fat puggy on the right.


PUGS!!!

Pugs being pugs.

Pugs Galore!!!

This is me sneaking up on a treat that some silly human left on a chair, unguarded...

Turns out my friend Oliver does not know how to jump up on chairs yet, so his humans were trying to lure him up there with a treat. His strategy was to stretch and reach, rather than jump.

He may have been distracted by my strategy of jump and sneak up on the treat. Or maybe he was distracted by Gorby sniffing his booty.

Oliver sure is cute, but he never did jump for the treat. Don't worry though, his humans gave in and gave him the treat on the ground.

snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Adjusting to a change
As you all know, My brother came to live with us for a trial period. Things seem to being going OK so far, except that my brother continuously nibbles at one spot on my neck so much that hair has started to fall out. My parents are going to take me to the vet tommorrow to get a bandage and hopefully everything will be alright.

This is the "Before," peacefully chilling with a sock.

This is our introduction. Gorby is a big guy.

This is us starting to play with each other.

Some friendly sniffing. I know he does not mean to hurt me.

Here, I try to make it perfectly clear who will be in charge in this house. We clear pug?

This is me and Gorby sharing a drink together.

Gorby stole my pig toy and I cannot stand for that. This is me seeking to retake what is mine.

Ok, so it wasn't that easy to retake what is mine. This is me chasing Gorby to retake what is mine.

This is me trying to take what is actually Gorby's, his toy that my Daddy gave to him when he got here.

The same quest, taking away his weinerdog mini-toy.

I tried to sneak under him to get the weinerdog mini-toy since Gorby's direct blocking techniques were being quite effective.

This is a shot of the two of us together. See the different emotions? One of us is estatic and one is miserable...can you tell which is which?

Redux of the previous post.

This is the "after." Gorby is a handful, but Daddy thinks it'll be great in the long run if it works out. We'll keep you posted.

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Be Careful what you wish for
So, Mommy has always told us that we could not get another pug becuase it would be too expensive, but if we could find a free pug with all its shots then we could have it. Enter Gorby. Gorby is a half brother of mine whose Mommy thinks that she does not spend nearly enough time with him. My parents don't know what to do!!! They want another puggy, but are not sure if they are ready for one. Anyways, Gorby is coming over this Friday for a week to see how the two of us get along. Worst case scenerio, my parents are taking us both to the pug meetup and hopefully someone will want to take him if things don't work out here.

This is Gorby down by the water.

This is him in the snow.

This is him....I don't know what this is, medical waste or something. His Mommy says that he was already getting "fluffy" so he's already been put on a diet, despite being a month younger than me. Any ideas on what to do????

snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Happy Birthday Aunt Roni!!!
My Auntie is 28 today, so allow me to say happy birthday! She is a closet pug person, unwilling to admit she wants a little guy just like me. I decided to post some cute pictures of me in order to spur her to buy a "good" (snot filled and hairy) birthday present. In other news, I have learned that I have been selected as "Cool Dog Site of the Day" for March 13. I hope I am not bursting any bubbles by making an early announcement, but I was so excited!!!

This is me, being cute as ever in my toybox.

This is me getting distracted and jumping out of my toybox.

ACTION SHOT! I am so good at hurdling out of my toybox I believe that I shall eventually try to qualify for the Olympics as a hurdler, although my Parents think that I should be a high-jumper (more on that later).

Snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Pug Meetup
I went to a pug meetup before I got sick and had lots of good times. It looks like I am out of commission until all symptoms of my cold have been gone for 5-6 days. I did good today, so assuming I don't cough up a lung tonight, next week's pug meetup is still a possibility.

Apparently pugs don't understand that the command "sit" doesn't always mean that a treat is involved.


This is me, being as cute as ever.

This is Wonton. My parents saw a picture of him with similar marking paint on his head so they suspect he may come from the same breeder, but they forgot to ask. We'll check next time, but I don't think he's nearly as cute as me...also, he acts like a lunatic.

This is Buddy. His manhood has not been taken away because he may be studded. As a result, he was humping everything is sight. I miss my manhood.

This is my Daddy hiding behind Otis. What's the big deal? I still think I'm cuter than him.

This is just a random pug that my Daddy took a picture of after he snatched the camera from me without permission. I'm definately cuter than this one.

I am cuter than this one also.

This is Goliath... like I said before, he really hated my Daddy. His peeps said Daddy looks like his vet.

...and this is Goliath running away from my Daddy.

This is Otis vicously attacking me. I think Daddy was encouraging him. Regardless, this little guy has no class.

This is me, Otis, and another pug investigating each other.

That is me in the middle getting triple teamed. I swear, don't any pugs besides me have any manners!

This is just a cool action shot a handful of us puggies. I am feeling much better, as the days go on my parents stop worrying about me and start complaining that I am harrassing them again.

Snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

Me and my brother

This is me and my brother having a swell playdate. Don't forget to check the new pictures below as well.

Me and My Little Brother's (Buster) Playdate
Well, it turns out I really am sick, but it's nothing serious, just a little cold. Mommy and Daddy took me to the vet and he prescribed antibiotics and plenty of love and rest for about a week. If nothing else, the diagnosis eased the concerns of my parents who had grown concerned by my cough.
This is me and Buster. Buster is wearing the harness and, thanks to trick photography, looks bigger in this picture.

And we go at it. I had the strength, so I was initially victorious; but he had the stamina and slowly wore me down as the playdate went on.

Here I am doing the "pug-o-saurus" to scare him away.

This is Mommy forcing a break upon the two of us.

In this picture Buster is lining up for an attack run.

...He gets closer...

...and closer...

...and ATTACK!!

Buster, taking a break and showing off his big smile

Here, I am weary of a surprise attack and I am desperately searching for Buster. We both had a blast at the play date, and I was unconscious for two days.

snarf everyone later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth