Here, for your viewing pleasure, 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 European vacation back in April of 2010 (For more backstory, please check out the post for Days 1 and 2).

For Day 12, Adam told us that as he was spelling out Happy Easter in dog food, Sid almost scratched a hole in the door that was keeping him at bay.

Day 12: Sid sends out a special holiday greeting.

Day 13: Sid takes a stand against leashes.

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.

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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!

This recent spell of cold weather in Pug Slope has kept us from taking any new exciting photos of everyone’s favorite little turkey. Gone are the long afternoons of meandering through Prospect Park. On Sid’s walks he now stays strictly to the “business” at hand (can I get a rimshot?). He’s very content to curl up indoors and since his Snuggie apparently wasn’t cutting it, he decided to commandeer Jenn’s.

Yes, he did take over the whole darn thing.

He’s also taken to popping up into our bed in the middle of the night – although we can’t complain. Since the radiators in the apartment churn out too much heat (and the one in the bedroom is about 6 inches from my head) we often turn off the one in the bedroom at night. So when it does get a little chilly, what folks commonly refer to as a “One Dog Night”, Sid fits the role perfectly.

In April of 2010, while we were still living in Glendale, CA, Jenn and I took an amazing two-week trip to Europe.

This was the first time we had been away from Sid for this long, so we enlisted our good friend Adam to watch over and supervise the little bugger.

Adam is a good sport, and despite dealing with the exhaustive list of Sid’s daily duties (e.g., 7am breakfast, confidence shirts, twice-a-day walks, letting the little gremlin sleep in the bed, etc.) he also managed to film a short video each day we were away. All the places we stayed in Europe had internet access so we were able to keep up with the enigma that is Sid. Yes, I know, we’re obsessed about the little dude.

Adam clearly has a knack for this sort of thing, and these videos far outshine any video Jenn and I have made to date, so we wanted to share them with you. Here are the first two days (more to come this month):

Day 1: Sid takes his morning’s pee

Day 2: Sid heads downstairs to greet the day
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmO–R1ljhg

Pug Slope, INC had its first holiday party this weekend and Sid got a little out of control.

After drinking an entire bottle of Red Cat wine, he tried to start a fight with a plush potato. The potato won.

After that embarrassment, he hobbled over to his bed and zonked out. We found him the next morning in this pathetic state.

Luckily, with an ever-shedding pug in our home, there’s always plenty of “hair of the dog” for those rough mornings.

This is the face of an evil genius:

I was never under any illusion as to who was calling the shots in this house, but damn this pug is sneaky.

One of the many things we do to keep Sid’s ego in check is enforce a strict “Sid sleeps in Sid’s bed” policy.  We’ve gotten lax about it here and there – he’s such a good snuggler – but after a night or two of sleeping in our bed he starts prancing around the apartment like he owns the place and then the next thing you know he’s forcefully sneezing, stomping his little legs and jerking his head towards the fridge in a hilariously misguided attempt to dictate his own feeding schedule (Sid’s ideal feeding schedule = all food, all the time).

Recently, though, Sid realized that at a certain point in the night, Brian and I are both unconscious (because we’re sleeping, duh).  So, Sid began sneaking up into our bed in the middle of the night.  Brian, being a light sleeper, would immediately send Sid back down to his own bed, and I’d be none the wiser.

Well, apparently Sid noticed that while Brian wakes up easily, I sleep like a rock.  For the past week or two I’ve been waking up around four in the morning with this twenty-two pound nimrod SLEEPING ON MY BACK.

That’s right, he bypasses the Brian-threat by walking down to the end of the bed and jumping directly onto my side of the mattress, where he then proceeds to flaunt his ability to concoct evil schemes by SLEEPING DIRECTLY ON TOP OF ME.

Don’t you look at me like that, little man.  I know what you’re up to.