Well, in response to the Orange Escapade last Sunday, we ended up raising a few shelves on the bookcase that houses our fruits & veggies in order to place the edibles further out of Sid’s reach. If he can manage to get to them now, we’ll need to sign him up for the high-jumping agility circuit (if such a thing exists).

Anywho, I finished another Pug Portrait recently. Well, actually this one is a Brussels Griffon Portrait. It’s of Dr. Zira, one of the Urban Hounds. She crossed over the rainbow bridge a couple months ago but will always be remembered as an important member of the Urban Hounds pack.

Hey, everybody.  Jenn here.

As Brian mentioned on Friday, we sat down with Sid for some peace talks and as a result we’ve regained partial control of Pug Slope.  Sid gets to keep his crop of carrots, and his spooky handsome giant visage will continue to leer stare lovingly at you from the masthead, but the Pug Slope name flies high once again.  But that doesn’t mean this is the end of Planet Cool Sid.  As part of our negotiations, we’ve given Sid a weekly “Planet Cool Sid” column in exchange for all of his online shopping passwords.

So, in light of our recent success, Brian and I decided we deserved a night out on the town to celebrate.  We got all dolled up and headed out to attend a celebration of Gertrude Stein’s Paris at the SymphonySpace way way way up on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

We got great seats, and after enjoying Stravinsky’s music for the Ballet Russes and some readings of short works by Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Langston Hughes, it was finally time for some jazz – the main attraction, for us.

And just as the jazz band started playing, I stupidly decided to check the Sid Cam, just to see what ol’ Sid was up to.

Now, we check on Sid using our web cam all the time while we’re out.  Occasionally we’ll see him sleeping in his bed, but most of the time he’s not even on screen because he’s cuddled up in our bed in the other room.

Yet, this is what he was doing when I checked in on him while we were out on Saturday night (I think the images – screenshots from my iPhone – will speak for themselves):

At this point I’m remembering that there’s a GIANT naval orange on that shelf…

Yup.

And then, around 9:57PM, he rolled the orange off camera towards our bedroom and never came back…

So, needless to say, our night was ruined.  True, dogs can conceivably eat oranges in moderation, but this orange was HUGE and for all we knew he was chomping it into a pulpy mess on our bed.  Since we were no longer able to enjoy the music without worrying about the mayhem that was happening back at our place, we called it a night and got on the train back to Park Slope.

Here’s what we found when we got home:

Hi all –

We just received word from Mr. Chewy (Thank you, Mr. Chewy!) that Sid’s brand of dog food, Natural Balance, is part of a large recall taking place with the many brands of food made by Diamond Dog Food. This only applies to certain date codes on the bags, but since we’ve already tossed the bag and emptied the food into his food container, we’re not taking any risks.

Diamond Dog Food actually makes the food for many brands, so please visit this link to see if your pet’s brand is affected.

http://www.dogfoodadvisor.com/dog-food-recall/diamond-dog-food-recall-summary/

So, last night, my ‘rents informed me that they were going to take away my blog-posting privileges and replace my super awesome “Planet Cool Sid” banner with the LAME regular PugSlope one.

I didn’t respond to well to this news…

After the PILLOW HEAVING and PILLOW THRASHING, I ran to the couch for some good ol’-fashioned PILLOW HEAD-BUTTING…

Well, after seeing how upset I was about this news, my rents said maybe we could “discuss the matter further” (Yeah, they actually talk like that. I know!)

After a LENGTHY discussion, we came up a compromise. More about that on MONDAY…

Oh yeah, I almost forgot – CONGRATS to all of my fellow East Coast pugs that are going to be a part of the 1000pugs NY/NJ photo shoot. I can’t wait to meet some of you in the fur! My gf, Timothy Buttons, signed up, too! Wooo hooo!

Hope you all have a great weekend!

1000 Pugs, here I come!

Okay, so, I was layin’ in my snuggle bed this morning, and while I was layin’ there I was thinking that it’s been, like, what, A WEEK since my awesome Mr. Chewy box arrived? And there hasn’t been a single box since.  Unacceptable!

And, then, just like THAT, Planet Cool Sid’s buzzer buzzed and a delivery man was handing my mom a NEW BOX.

Okay, this box was not as gigantic as the Mr. Chewy box, so that was a little disappointing.

BUT.

Right on the outside of this box, there were some words that said MAY CONTAIN AWESOME and then some other words that said NEWEGG.

Okay, here’s what I know about New Eggs: supposedly they’re delicious but I’m not allowed to eat them because they’re somehow related to the chickens and I’m allergic to the chickens.  BUT!  Ducks also lay eggs and I am allowed to eat ducks so maybe I could eat some eggs if they were duck eggs.  And since these eggs are new, that means they’re not old, which means they’re better than old eggs because they’re not rotten or whatever.

And here’s what I know about Awesome: IT’S AWESOME.

So, I was all like “Mom! Open the box! Open the box, Mom! MAHM! OPEN THE BOX!”

And Mom was all like, “As you wish, Master. Let me feed you a bag of treats first.”

So, Mom opened the box.

AND GET THIS.

Apparently NewEgg is the name of some company that has NOTHING TO DO with actual eggs.  They sell electronics, for pug’s sake!  And apparently AWESOME to this NewEgg place means 1TB hard drives for my Mom’s photo library.

MAY CONTAIN AWFUL is more like it.

Yes, they’re one terabyte, yet THEY’RE NOT EVEN REMOTELY BITE-ABLE.  Trust me, I tried.

Stupid homonyms.

Mom says she had to order these because all the photos she takes of me are taking over the hard drive on her computer, so in a way they’re a gift to me because it means she can continue to take more and more and more photos of me forever and ever and ever because apparently a terabyte is a really, really, really big byte that you can’t actually chew.  I guess that’s good, because I like when you guys can see my handsomeness, but that doesn’t mean I’m not incredibly disappointed by all of this misleading terminology.

Get these things away from me.