Archive for 2011
Bath Time With Sid
Sid loves baths. I mean really loves baths. Once he gets soaped up he seems to enter some zen state of mind. I don’t know if it’s the soap suds or the chest rubs, but his usual pug purring becomes amplified and he is barely be able to hold his head up. Even though we have to leave his special medicated allergy shampoo on him for 10 minutes, he doesn’t seem to mind. It just gives him more time to meditate.
Witness Sid’s entrance into bath zen:
Your Daily Siddhartha (Days 9 and 10)
Here are two more installments of Your Daily Siddhartha, the daily video diary that our friend Adam made while Jenn and I were on a European vacation back in April of 2010 (For more backstory, please check out the post for Days 1 and 2).
These two videos showcase Sid’s range – from tough leg-kicking roustabout, to lovable deadpan scamp.
Day 9: Sid tries to look tough in front of the construction guys.
Day 10: Here’s what happens when you try to manufacture funny with Sid.
Get in Shape, Pug!
It’s been a long, cold winter, and Brian and I were starting to feel the effects of shortened walks and seasonal laziness on our waistbands. Eager to keep active and get some exercise during the remaining winter months, we signed up for a family membership at our local YMCA, the newly-renovated Armory Sports Complex.
photo © ymcanyc.org
Not only is this facility awesome, it’s also two blocks from our apartment, meaning there’s no excuse for missing a run or skipping a Zumba class.
Anyway, as Brian and I donned our gym clothes for our first Saturday workout, I noticed that Sid, had put on his favorite red sweatshirt – just like his dad – and was getting ready to put on Brian’s winter coat.
I realized then that Sid had assumed a “family membership” meant he could work out at the gym, too. It broke my heart to have to explain to Sid that the Y was only for people – no pugs allowed. I said, “Just because the Y doesn’t consider a pug to be a part of a family, doesn’t mean we don’t consider you to be part of our family!” But, alas, Sid would not listen to reason. A thought passed swiftly through his little pug brain: “If I ain’t goin’ to a gym, then nobody’s goin’ to a gym!”
Without missing a beat, Sid deployed the craftiest of all tantrums; it’s a tantrum so effective, so subtle, that it’s not until hours later when you realize he’s even thrown a tantrum at all.
We call this: Wombat Mode.