My name is Winston, and I'm Obsessive Compulsive

Since my Mommy and my Daddy are using their journals to own their issues, I thought I'd confess a deep dark secret of mine.

I'm obsessive compulsive.

There are certain things I have to do, I mean really HAVE to do, repeatedly until my disorder is satisfied.

Case in point, Daddy would never be clean without me.  I must bathe his face for long stretches before I can let him go to sleep, and lay down for the night myself.  I'm not just talking a few licks here, I'm talking a close shave via Pug Tongue.  I will lick and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick.  And once Daddy is clean I move on to his pillow.  And lick and lick and lick and lick and lick.

No one can ever go to the bathroom without me.  I must be in there and will rush in there right as the door is closing just to make sure my Mommy and Daddy don't fall down that big white bowl.  What would they ever do without me?

I'm also the Official Belly Button Lint Remover.  The minute I spy a bare belly button it's Winston on the case.  And I will lick and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick.

These are things I MUST do on a daily basis.  And woe be the person who gets in my way.

Because I have no real desire to work on or change this behavior.  I'm pugnificantly perfect just the way I am.  And you know as well as I do if I ever did change my humans would think I didn't care for them anymore.

So please excuse me while I go put Daddy to bed and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick and lick....