Grand Duke's Question Time

I received several questions from a few of my loyal readers, and I shall now address them.

Question 1, from Goodboy Norman Featherstone: Do your people ever blame their farts on you, and if so, what do you do in retaliation?

Answer: Yes, Daddy constantly blames me for his gassy misdeeds. His lies are made all the more believable by the fact that the stray and I also have bad gas. I subscribe the the "if you are going to blame me for it I may as well do it" train of thought; so I wait for my parents to get their heads close together and then I fart in both their faces. Sometimes cannot be dealt with together so I address each of them seperately.

Question 2, from twopugs: How do you say hello to people?

Cosette's answer: KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS!

Winston's answer: This picture illustrates the way I say hello to the dogs I want to play with. I also love to kiss people, except during sanctioned kissing contests.

Question 3, from twopugs: What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?

Answer: One time I ate Daddy's homework...

...but that wasn't nearly as bad as the time I ate the Chinese take-out menu.

Question 4, from twopugs: If you had a time travel machine, where would you visit, and why?

Answer: I would visit the Doggie Diner. I would need a time travel machine for this because I would have to go back in time to the good old days before Cosette came around. I am not nearly spoiled enough to be taken to the Doggie Diner now that she is here, stealing all my attention.

Question 5, from Winston and Clementine: Do you have a particular namesake?

Cosette's answer: My full name is Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug. My first name, Cosette, is from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. Cosette is the little girl with the hard upbrining who ends up a spoiled young woman with everything she could ever want. That is all me, minus the hard upbringing.

My middle name is after Stephen Colbert, who is rumored to be my biological father.

My last name is after Napoleon Bonaparte. Our big bellies look very similar!

Winston's answer: I am named after Winston Churchill. Looking at that face, the reason is obvious.

See? I am a dead ringer.

Question 6, from Nevis: What's your favorite "human food" snack.

Answer: This was a very difficult question, and I could not narrow it down to a single snack. In addition to the snacks pictured below, I also love peanut butter and cheese. Here I am enjoying ice cream.

I also love starbucks frappacinos...

...and salad...

...and crumbs from dirty dishes...

...and beer...

...and cookies. As for Cosette, she has not yet mastered the "I'm so cute you can't resist giving me a bite of anything you are eating" face, so she does not get human food unless she manages to steal a crumb from the ground. She can't even reach the dishwasher to get to the good crumbs. Her favorite snack in the mean time is my food. I hope that this has shed some light onto who we are.

Snarf everdog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

Reasserting My Dominance
In retrospect, perhaps the Stray has had a few too many pictures on my blog.

This is what I think of all of the pictures of Cosette that have been sneaking themselves onto my blog lately.

But even I have to admit, she is kinda cute ... for a stray.

And she has picked up on the posing lessons that I have given her. She is nothing if not a poser.

And she is a pretty good napping buddy.

And she does not detract from me since she is not nearly as cute as I am, as evidenced by this picture.

However, it does annoy me the way that she seems to be obsessed with my tail ... and is just a spaz generally speaking (as evidenced below).


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing - Photo Books Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

PS- I have also decided to accept questions from my audience. These can range from the simple, such as "Is it true that pug poo smells sweet?" to the more complex like "what is the progress of the on-going Pug/Jack Russell Terrier peace talks." I also encourage Dorthy Dixers, such as "Would the right honorable gentleman agree with me that beloved Cubs are having a wonderful season, and that it is outrageous that their quest to their rightful World Series title is most likely to be thwarted, if at all, by those personifications of pure evil: the St. Louis Cardinals and the Boston Red Sox (although the Cardinals get some credit for playing real baseball)?" [Parents' note: Winston's Daddy did not get to see Prime Ministers question time and is currently in withdrawal.]

My Young Grasshopper
The stray has taken to emulating all my dignified behavior. This makes me proud and my parents angry.

This is us, the terrible two.

A redux of the stud and the stray.

Cosette's new nickname around here is "shoe bandit". I have no idea where she learned such bad behavior.

Daddy is always bad about finding his sandals. All the more so with the stray around here nowadays.

Cosette: Daddy, you don't seem to be using those shoes...

Stealing all those shoes is hard work!

I taught her to sleep on the back of the couches. I am not sure but I assume that her camouflage abilities will develop as she matures.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette the Stray

A Struggle for Dominance
History has known many great showdowns over the years, but this takes the cake. Observe as the battle for control of the Pugsworth Household begins!!!

This is me taking a clear advantage early.

The stray then strikes back with some totally wicked judo surprise shots.

I react swiftly and use a two-toed reverse-pug incremental slip slug maneuver to get her pinned again.

Sometimes exhaustion gets the best of us and we are left to vocalize our rasslin'.

I finally decide that enough is enough and slip the strays head into the monster grip of my jaws of death.

This is her finally submitting to my authoritaaaa.

Once peace has returned, a nap time is quickly in order. The days are too short and it becomes difficult to fit 22 hours of sleep into a 24 hour day.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette, the Stray

Me and the stray play

I know that some of you have complained about the attention the Stray is garnering, but rest assured that this is still my blog. If you have any doubts simply read the title: WINSTON on Pugs. Not the stray on pugs. Anyways, I am secure in my position both within and outside the Pugsworth household. Ever since the Stray began heading the Pugtorian Guard all indications of an impending coup have ceased. Also, my previous sources are strangely silent, but I shall have Cosette look into that.

This is the two of us posing outside our pug palace

Here, she is showing me the fierceness which I have been teaching her.

Narrator, in the voice of Jacques Costeau: See how the small one lays in wait, perfectly camouflaged by the grass and just at the edge of the shadow.

Narrator: Observe how the small one leaps at the large one, attempting to overtake him with her superior speed.

Narrator: The small one underestimates the large one's intelligence, agility, and reflexes; the large one is easily able to avoid the small one's attack. The small one does not yet notice that she has missed her target. Then, like a bad-guy fighter pilot from the end of Top-Gun, beats a hasty retreat upon realizing she has been outfought by superior forces and is now in severe danger.

Narrator: But before the small one fully realizes the danger, the large one has her pinned.

Narrator: And that is about all the activity these wild mountain pugs can take in one day.

After all that rolling around in the grass, it was finally time for Cosette's first bath.

It's pretty obvious who the cute one in this family is, and who's just a cheap imitation.

The Stray's reaction to water indicates that she may be half cat.

Her drying behavior indicates that she is half pug and knows how to act cute when need be.

Snarf everydog later,

/s/Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth

and Cosette, the Stray

PS- why the strange spacing you ask? Because blogger sucks and this little puggy is beginning to plan a move to wordpress because he has grown so annoyed over the past few years.

My New Squirrels
My parents felt bad about all the fawning over the stray recently, referring to her as "their little champion" and "their winner" and their "pug that isn't a loser"; I should mention that most of the mocking came from Mommy, anyways they decided to buy me an awesome toy.

I call it the wussy stupid squirrel toy. See, all the squirrels hide from me, so they're wusses, and they are smart enough to run once I get my mouth on them, so they're stupid. That said, it is lots of fun getting them out and running around the house with them in my mouth.

It's fun, please ignore that black rat in thre foreground.

This picture was meant to show off the squirrels, not the stray. I did not notice her in there when I picked this picture.

This is me having a good ole time with my squirrels.

This is the stray trying to steal my toy but she was unsuccessful and pummelled for having the temerity to attempt such a theft in broad daylight.

This is me with one of my three new bestest friends.

This is me trying to use the stray's head to gain leverage on the squirrel.

This is a picture of one of the squirrels and the carpet .... and nothing else. [Parents' note: the pugs are still getting along great, but Winston does seem a little jealous of Cosette ever since she won the kissing contest, but he is not jealous enough to stop playing with her.]

Snarf everydog later,

/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth