Sorry for the lack of blog posts.  Brian had to go to Chicago for a week, leaving Sid and I to fend to for ourselves.

PAAARTAY!!

Unfortunately, Brian is the glue that keeps the S.S. PugSlope afloat (are ships kept afloat by glue?).  I’m a gigantic slob with no concept of space or time a bit messy and disorganized when left own my own – apparently Brian spends most of his time following me around the apartment and putting things back where they belong and keeping me on schedule.  So, by the time Brian returned yesterday, Sid and I were barely hanging on – I misplaced his food cup at some point over the weekend and was just estimating handfulls of nuggets for his meals, I was refilling his water bowl in the bathroom because the kitchen faucet was lost in a mountain of dishes, and Sid had somehow compiled a collection of kitchen towels in his bed that he seemed to like even more than he likes Derpy.

But, hey, none of that mattered because Carl was nowhere to be found!  He was right there on Sid’s face when Brian left, and when Brian got back, Carl was but a distant, grotesque memory.  Hooray, me and Sid!

Here’s a video to celebrate Sid’s wart-free muzzle:

Sid is a stickler for rules.  We always joke that Sid should wear a shirt that says “SECURITY” whenever he goes to the dog park. He apparently has a list of very strict guildelines that he expects all other dogs to abide by – no barking, no chasing, no excessive amounts of fun.  The other day when we were at the J.J. Byrne Dog Run with Lola and Stella Boo McMuffin, two incredibly gentle and well-behaved great danes showed up on the small-dog side of the park, and Sid had an opportunity to step up to the rule-enforcing plate.

Sid had no qualms about standing his ground to save Lola from having fun with these gigantic sweethearts beasts.  It’s obvious that Lola was terrified, right?

Then Sid took it upon himself to escort great dane #2 to the big-dog side of the park.

Somebody get this pug a stool and a flashlight and stick him outside a club!  I think he’s found his calling!

With the lovely Lola taking residence at the Pugslope HQ for the holiday weekend, Sid’s bed supply required sharing – which Sid, of course, wasn’t too happy about. Luckily, our flat-faced hero isn’t one to silently accept the new status quo. With the plucky determination of a young Rocky Balboa, Sid overcame insurmountable odds to make his own bed on the couch:

We were very impressed to see this marked improvement in his nesting skills. In only two years time he’s gone from haphazardly bashing his head into the pillows to this advanced and effective high-speed windmill technique. Watch out, Apollo Creed!

If you want a full breakdown of Siddhartha’s Patented Pillow-Punch Nesting System™, Sid told us he’ll be releasing an instructional DVD later this year.

The time has come!  In just a few short hours Sid will be AIRBORNE.  We’re going to do our best to live-tweet this fiasco – check out our Twitter feed at the bottom-right corner of the blog for pics and witty observations on the day’s events.

We want to start out with a little apology.

We normally like to get at least three to four posts up on the blog every week, but December has been a crazy month.  On top of the aggressive travel-bag training Sid has undertaken in preparation for his big trip on the airplane, I’ve been taking the Greyhound bus back and forth every week to my hometown upstate for a root canal – it was much less expensive than what I would have paid in Brooklyn but required THREE separate appointments with the endodontist.  Brian and Sid have been holding down the fort here at the Pug Slope Headquarters, but the general craziness of the past few weeks means the blog has suffered.

Anyway, my final trip upstate was on Tuesday, and Sid’s Grammy Grace sent me back to Brooklyn with a suitcase full of Christmas presents for her favorite grandpug. One of those presents was a cozy new bed, and we decided Sid could get that present early since we didn’t really have a place to hide it in our super tiny apartment.

Well, as you can see in the video below, Sid was a bit confused over this present.  Overjoyed, elated, and enthusiastically thankful, sure, but still…confused:

Eventually Sid either realized that the bed was indeed A BED and NOT a gigantic fluffy sheet of awesomeness meant to be hiked between his legs, or he thought that he finally hit the jackpot when it comes to sleeping on top of his favorite toys.

Thank you Grammy Grace for this fabulous gift!!

Ever since we left Sid with Fun Aunt Liv for the weekend and his bowels exploded a week later (two completely unrelated incidents), we’ve been a little…um, permissive…as to where Sid sleeps at night. What can we say – It’s nice having a warm pug in the bed now that it’s chillier outside. I’m pretty sure that GUILT and PITY play a huge role in this as well.

But we’ve got to put a stop to this. Now.

“What’s the big deal,” you ask? Why do we not just enjoy the fact that we get eight extra hours to snuggle with the Hooth?

Well, after about a week of sleeping in the big bed, Sid starts to forget who’s in charge here at the Pug Slope Headquarters. And I don’t mean that he starts wandering around aimlessly, looking for a leader. What I mean is that his little pug brain decides that it’s going to dictate the frequency and volume of his meals, and he starts demanding food at all hours of the day.

Here’s a video of Sid – who, bear in mind, had a full breakfast and a gigantic lunchtime treat bone filled with peanut butter, apples, and venison – aggressively hilariously trying to demand that I serve him his dinner at 2:30 in the afternoon.

We’ve created a monster.

Now that the barf-tastic events of this Thanksgiving are behind us, Sid can barely contain his excitement for his favorite holiday – Christmas!