Hey guys, so Sid really wanted to write today’s follow-up post on confidence shirts, but Brian (wisely) only gave Sid a commenting account for the blog, not a full-fledged write-your-own-posts type of account.

So, while Sid is stewing in the corner muttering about how life isn’t fair, I’m going to transcribe his written notes into a blog post that I’m sure he’ll say isn’t half as awesome as it would’ve been if we’d just let him write it himself with no supervision whatsoever.

So, here it goes, an unedited transcription of Sid’s notes:

1.  Point out that I don’t need some stupid shirt to give me confidence because everybody knows I’m awesome and maybe I wouldn’t have such obsessive compulsive anxiety problems if Mom and Dad would just listen every once in a while when I sit really loudly and then sit even louder and HELLO, I’M SITTING so give me the stupid venison bits that are barely even treats but whatever they taste good and I should get them whenever I want them because it’s not like they’re Twinkies or something but even if they were Twinkies, whatever, I’m an adult, and in fact if we calculated this whole age thing fairly like the way you’re biologically supposed to according to the scientists or whatever then I’d be at least forty-two which is older than Dad and he’s the “oldest” person here so I’d totally be in charge and Mom would be the baby and Dad and I could make her go to her stupid bed or shake our hands or Jimmy for FORTY-SEVEN SECONDS whenever she’s soooo hungry that she feels like she’s about to starve to death and then maybe she’d start scratching her armpits with her feet all the time because she feels so trapped in her life and I could just throw a really tight shirt on her and say “all better!” but still not feed her whenever she’s sooooooo hungry or just, you know, wants a treat because treats taste good and who in their right mind doesn’t want a treat but MAKE SURE TO POINT OUT THAT I DO ACTUALLY LIKE THESE SHIRTS because they emphasize my broad chest and they look pretty cool for a dog shirt and I guess I don’t really scratch my armpits as much when I wear them, so yeah, tell Noodles that I don’t scratch or lick as much when I’m wearing them.

2. Tell Payton that she’d TOTALLY be a medium (even though the mediums look really small) because Mom and Dad got me a large once and, like, it started out okay but then like four hours later the neck was all baggy and Mom kept saying something about “Flashdance” which doesn’t sound very cool but they still didn’t take the shirt off me and then I went outside to “water the lawn” and when I came inside there was pee all over the bottom of my shirt which was totally HUMILIATING and totally something that stupid Edna would’ve done, not me.  Post picture of Edna looking stupid.  (Be careful not to write anything about how I secretly miss her, but maybe post another picture of me spooning with Elly because Elly was awesome and everybody will think I’m cool if they see me snuggling with her.)

(Picture of Edna Looking Stupid (Remember: don’t accidentally write anything about how much I secretly loved her))

(Picture of me spooning with Elly to help street-cred)

3.  Tell everybody to make sure that their parents use those scissor things to cut a tiny little slit in the neck of their shirts so that you don’t leave the house looking like this: (Insert stupid photo of me looking stupid and not confident with my head stuck in my shirt).

(Picture of me looking stupid)

4.  Tell Myko not to give my parents any ideas!  A fashion show?!

Well, unfortunately for Sid, we thought Myko’s idea was FANTASTIC.  We’ll be taking photos of Sid posing in ALL of his new shirts over the weekend!!

We here at PugSlope consider ourselves innovators in the realm of dog bed design. In Sid’s two and half year’s with us, he’s gone through probably 30 different bed designs. However, we actually only really purchased like 3 beds, as the 27 others were various combinations of the real dog bed combined with other household objects.

Today I’d like to feature a progression from December 2009 of what we referred to as the Mega-Bed.

Stage 1: The original concept started with a piece of finger-foam from a drum case that I had laying around. I didn’t actually propose Sid use it as a bed, he just noticed it one day, starting nesting, and then just plunked down on it.

Stage 2: A “Snoozzy” bed was added under the foam to create a bolster around the perimeter of the bed. As you guys are probably aware by now, Sid loves to rest his head on bolsters, so this was a well-received upgrade. We also added a pillow case on top because we were worried the direct contact with the foam might bother our bubble-dog‘s already allergy-sensitive skin.

Stage 3: Yes, we kept going! What’s better than a Snoozzy? Why, two, of course! Another Snoozzy, larger than the first, was added to the bottom to create an even more pronounced bolster around the bed’s perimeter. It also added more overall loft to the bed and reminded Sid of powdered donuts. And yes, that is a nyla-bone that Sid is snuggling with in that bottom photo. He considers them his children.

Stage 4: You thought we were done? Guess again. It was time to “go vertical”. We ditched the bottom Snoozzy and replaced it with a rubbermaid bin (very similar to Sid’s current Ela-bed!). Sid’s room-mate, Elly, was also a fan of the Mega-Bed at this stage.

Stage 5: Add a laundry basket? Wait, what?! Okay, we admit we may have lost it at this point. We ditched everything but the foam and pillow case, filled our laundry basket with various pillows and blankets, and then put the foam pad on top. You can also see one of Sid’s blankies peeking out. It is most definitely pink and the patch says “I Love You“. Sid wants me to be clear that we picked that out, not him.

So there you have it. Innovation or sheer lunacy? We’ll let you decide.

Here are the next two installments of Your Daily Siddhartha, the daily video diary that our friend Adam made while Jenn and I were on a vacation in Europe back in April of 2010 (For more backstory, please check out the post for Days 1 and 2).

These two videos show Adam growing as a [dog] director – though you must realize he is working with the premier talent of the [dog] acting world. Special cameo appearance by Elly and Edna, Sid’s friends/roomates from Glendale, on Day 8.

Day 7: You learn quickly not to leave your laptop unattended when Sid’s around.

Day 8: You never know who will stop by on YourDailySiddhartha!

After a month of waking up to Sid sleeping on my back, in my bed, where he definitely does not belong, I finally had enough.  But, Sid, ever the fighter, refused to sleep in his own bed, on the floor.

It was then that Brian and I knew that it was time to reconstruct one of the most important inventions ever created by man, the pinnacle of humankind’s collective intelligence and creativity, and, therefore, certainly the best idea Brian and I have ever, and will ever, come up with:

The Ela-bed.

Yes, it was just over a year ago, back when we were still taking care of Sid and two other dogs at our old house in Glendale, California, that Brian and I combined a Rubbermaid bin and a dog bed to create the amazing elevated dog bed, which we coined “the Ela-bed.”

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Siddhartha Lamont Sanchez Demski turned five years old today!  According to this handy chart, that means he’s 37 in human years – Can you believe it?

To celebrate, Brian made a birthday cake out of Sid’s most favorite foods.  There was an apple involved, some peanut butter, and a few dried sweet potato sticks.

Sid waited patiently as Brian put the finishing touches on his birthday surprise.  And by “patiently” I mean: he was so keyed up he almost popped a vein.  Check out the manic expression in Sid’s eyes:

The finished product:

It’s a cake only a pug could love.

A birthday boy can’t eat his birthday cake without making a birthday wish:

I wonder what Sid wished for…

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As you may have noticed, I’m slightly obsessed with the Hipstamatic app for the iPhone. I rely on it way too much, especially when taking photos of Sid. Here are some of my favorite Hipstamatic photos of the Hooth (with special appearances by Elly).

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