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These Four Walls
It’s been so cold here that all attempts of taking photos of Sid outside have been thwarted. The mere thought of exposing my un-gloved hand to the elements, even for a few seconds, sends shivers down my spine. The sun may be shining brightly but don’t let it fool you – this is still the dead of Winter.
Keep Me Warm O Cape of Mine
Sid and I have been spending a lot of time indoors – which for him means sleeping in various beds and for me means puttering. I wish I could take a lesson from Sid and relax more, but I feel that if I’m going to be stuck inside, it is the perfect time to take on a PROJECT. Time to scan all those old photos, weed through the closet and get rid of the old clothes, alphabetize the books, etc.
My problem is not with the coming-up-with-the-project bit – I excel at that – but rather with the staying-focused-on-one-project-until-it-is-finished bit. Sid on the other hand is a real champ when it comes to follow through. When given a Wigzi stuffed with treats and peanut butter, nothing gets in his way until he’s finished (not even a mid-day FEDEX delivery from Mr. Chewy!). The boy can really FOCUS.
Unpacking
Sid and I are getting settled into the new apartment and Sid’s been very helpful with the unpacking. Well, at least the unpacking of HIS stuff.
New Digs
Hey all friends (furry and non-furry) –
Happy New Year!
Sorry I’ve been a little absent from blogging lately. I’d love to say that I’ve just been spending the days playing with my Wigzi but I have actually been busy unpacking and settling into my new home.
Yep, I’m officially a “Chicagoan” now. So far all I know is that Chicago is freakin’ cold and although there’s lots of cool new stuff to sniff and I live a block away from a HUGE park, the major problem is that I HAVEN’T SEEN ANOTHER PUG YET!!!
What gives?! Am I the only pug in Chicago? I mean, when I was crashing with my grandpugrents, I didn’t see any other pugs either, but that was the ‘burbs where every family has a pack of labradors or golden retrievers or aged yorkies (e.g. my cousin, Elly, who hates me for no reason. Oh right, I did eat all her food. Twice.)
Well, I did meet a few neighborhood non-pug dogs and they actually seemed cool. We did some sniff circles and all was right with the world. Though it’s hard to relate sometimes – I mean, you can’t really talk about how it stinks getting your nose flap cleaned out, or how your tail just isn’t as curly as it used to be…*sigh*.
I think I just need to THINK POSITIVE.
On the plus side, I’ve been told that I might be able to change the name of the blog back to PLANET COOL SID (which is the best name ever, right?) because I don’t live in Park Slope anymore. I think my masthead needs some more carrots, too…my belly could also use a few right about now.
Merry Christmas!
I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas!
I actually got to open all my presents on Christmas Eve (in trade I had to wear that dorky sweater all night but it was totally worth it). Doodz, I got some SWEET stuff. I can’t wait to tell you all about it. But that will have to come later as I’ve got a bunch of Christmas parties today and I’ve been busy formulating a plan to obtain maximum treats from all my human relatives!
Not Guilty?
Hello, ladies, ladypugs, gentlemen, and gentlepugs, welcome to Pug Court.
The court is now in session. Kindly take your seats.
Today’s case concerns a pug who has been accused of taking advantage of his grandpugrents this past week while his father was away.
Mr. Siddhartha Lamont has been accused of the following:
- 1. Waking his grandpugrents up at 5:15 am every morning and demanding that his breakfast be served immediately.
- 2. Hovering around his grandpop during dinner and slurping up any scrap that fell to the floor – even things on the DO NOT EAT list: Pizza crust, crumbs, pistachio shells (at least he spat these out).
- 3. Almost giving his grandmom a heart attack when he hid a small plush Christmas ornament. He made her think he had EATEN the ornament when he really had it hidden down in the basement the entire time. His grandmom had to spend the entire day searching the house to make sure he hadn’t EATEN the ornament as she was afraid he’d choke on it.
- 4. Multiple accounts of sneaking around gates and eating his dog-mate Ellie’s food even though he promptly received his normal meals every day.
- 5. Plunging muzzle-first into his giant bag of dog food when his grandmom had her back turned for 2 seconds.
- 6. Eating birdseed (Come on, seriously?! Are you THAT desperate!).
Mr. Siddhartha Lamont, after hearing all the accusations against you, how do you plead?
Happy Thanksgiving!
Please leave any and all leftovers in my bed. Thank you.
-Love,
Sid.
