Sid’s all about body pillows. And I don’t mean those oversized pillows you can buy at Target. I mean USING bodies AS pillows. Specifically OUR bodies.

Sid plays no favorites. He uses his mom’s body as often as he does my own.

In this photo, our pug-genius demonstrates his solution to the age-old problem of side-sleepers: how to prevent that bottom arm from going numb. Way to go, Sid!

Have a great weekend everyone!

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Pug Portraits update: Thank you to those of you that ordered pug portraits. I just want to let you know I have a few of them done and will be shipping them out this weekend. I’m sorry for the delay – I was waiting on the mats to arrive and also had to make an impromptu trip back to Chicago for a week due to some family stuff. The mats just came in this week and they look really nice! If you did place an order, I will email you when your order ships. I’d like to post the portraits on the blog so if you’ve ordered a portrait already and would be ok with me posting it on the blog, please let me know (you can just send an email to pugportraits (at) pugslope.com). I will hold off posting any photos of your portrait until I hear from you. –Brian

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:

(Consider this a warning – things are about to get nasty up in here!)

Yesterday morning Sid tipped his giant face-wart Carl up towards me, looked me in the eye, and yelled, “Enough is enough!”

 Lucky for Sid, I whole-heartedly agreed.  After two months of rapid growth, we decided that Carl was anglin’ to take over Sid’s face and HE NEEDED TO BE STOPPED. I mean, seriously, it was getting to the point where Sid was accidentally chomping on Carl whenever he’d yawn.  Also, we’ve been on a bit of an X-Files binge here at the Pug Slope Headquarters, and I was starting to have nightmares in which Carl sprouted legs and became a sentient being of extra-terrestrial origins intent on wreaking havoc in our lives.

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

The amazing Dr. Quim at Prospect Park Animal Clinic was able to fit us in for a wart excision later that afternoon.  Now, as you know, Sid is a frequent visitor to the vet.  Unfortunately, that means that Sid now knows that the vet’s office is not a fun place to be.

He stared at that door for our entire time in the waiting room, as though if he were to look away, for even a second, he’d miss his one opportunity to escape.

Once we got into the exam room, Sid literally pulled out all the punches – pushing, pulling, jerking, and flailing about while the vet and his assistant tried to get a good look at Carl.  Sid was so wound up that we decided that the only way to proceed was to give him a mild sedative to calm him down.

So Sid was given the sedative, and we were left alone in the exam room while we waited for it to kick in.

Sid spent the next 15 minutes pacing rapidly in a tight figure-eight formation around my chair.

The assistant eventually came back in to check on us, and upon seeing Sid’s continued hyperactivity, she turned the lights down in the room and pressed a button on a small stereo in the corner.

The opening notes of Brahm’s Lullaby began playing.  Then, without warning, the voice of Celine Dion wafted about the room.

Sid continued to pace frantically, while I pondered the life decisions that led to me to be in a dark room with a wart-faced, hyperactive pug, listening to Celine Dione sing lullabies.  Whatever decisions they were, they were obviously the right ones.

By the end of the song, I found myself pacing around the room, but Sid was in my arms, being bounced like a baby, his eyes set in an unfocused gaze, his tongue hanging from his mouth, Timothy-Buttons-style.

It was time.

Dr. Quim was masterful with his surgical tweezers and scissors.  With a quick pop, Carl was off of Sid’s face, severed from his life-source before he could wreak havoc on humanity.

 Why, yes, I did ask if I could take a photo of Carl while the vet was busy cauterizing Sid’s wound.  YOU DON’T PASS UP AN OPPORTUNITY LIKE THIS.  Ask Brian about my wisdom teeth sometime…

With his wound cauterized, Sid was ready to head home!  Dr. Quim said the sedative would take a while to wear off, but Sid did a great job walking home.  He seemed a little out of it, but he walked the whole six blocks like it was no big deal.

Until we got to the stoop.  I think that’s when the sedatives really kicked in.

I carried him up all of the stairs and put him down as soon as we got inside our apartment. Rather than jumping into his normal post-walk routine of spinning in circles while yelping for treats and pawing frantically at the food bin that we keep near the door, he just stood there, swaying, until he ended up leaning pathetically against the bin.  He began snoring.

I carried the poor guy to the couch.  I was hoping he’d just go to bed, but he seemed pretty determined to stay awake.  Thank the blog gods that my cell phone was right in my back pocket, because as soon as I set him on the couch, this happened:

OMG SID YOU’RE BREAKIN’ MY HEART!!!!!

That position that he flopped into?  He stayed that way for a good two hours.

Eventually I moved him to his bed.  At one point, he stood up like he had a plan, took one step, and then immediately gave up:

That became his 8pm-9pm napping position.

From there, he again stood up like he had a plan, walked to the middle of the room, and…

I’ve got four more minutes of that, if you want to see it sometime.

At that point, I officially cancelled all of my evening plans so I could keep an eye on him.  I was worried he’d decide he was thirsty, walk over to his water bowl, and then zonk out again, and I’d come home after a fun night out to find him face down in an inch and a half of water.  The irrational fears concocted by my imagination stop me from doing a lot of things.

That didn’t even come close to happening, of course, and the sedative finally began to wear off around midnight, just when it was time for the rest of the world to go to sleep.  I left a light on so Sid could finally admire his Carl-free face.

Ta-da!!!!

Sid has two “official” beds, three if you count our bed (which he most assuredly does). So why does he also need to claim EVERYTHING ELSE as his bed?!

If something, and I mean anything, is left on the ground for more than 15 seconds it becomes a bed.

Here are some of the more recent “beds” that Sid has claimed:

1) Scrap Piece of Foam Padding. I was cutting pieces of this foam to augment the wood slats that support our mattress. I turned my back and during those few moments, Sid managed to claim the scrap piece of foam as his own. (I must have had a sixth sense about this one and made sure to retract the box cutter before stepping away!)

2) OK, yes an Aero-bed is technically a proper bed – but not so much when it’s DEFLATED. C’mon, Sid. That is just pitiful, man.

3) Pile of Clothes. This is classic Sid. I think we have at least a dozen or so photos of Sid atop a pile of dirty clothes. He can’t seem to get enough of the stuff! Sometimes he’ll even go for a stray sweatshirt that gets left on the floor. At least I’ve never seen him curl up on a lone sock (not yet, anyway).

4) Cardboard Box. Sid must either think he’s a cat or a hobo. I guess he could probably pass for one of those sad clown hobos with that mopey little face of his.

This is just a glimpse into the mind of a pug who looks at the world through mattress-colored glasses.

What is the weirdest thing your pug has slept in?

Lately the PugSlope comments section has been a-buzz with declarations of Sid’s dreaminess.  So now I present to you, our gracious readers, a quick video of Sid at his dreamiest: