Most people claim the best place to tuck away your valuables is in a heavy-duty safe or safe-deposit box at a bank. Sid believes otherwise. He suggests the best place to hide your prized possessions (your nylabone for example) is under your head. Yes, you heard him correctly.
I’ve decided to try his approach and currently have my birth certificate and passport stowed under my chin with the help of a large rubberband. I may get odd looks from passersby, but I am comforted in knowing my important items are safe.
I’m happy to report that Sid’s eye is all healed and he is now back to leading a cone-free existence. Thank you all for your positive thoughts and good pug juju that were sent our way the past few weeks.
Sid’s back to his usual routine which involves lots of naps throughout the day. I envy his lifestyle.
Thank you all for sending the good pug juju! I’m sure it is helping heal Sid’s eye abrasion.
How about all this snow?! It certainly is incredible. We went from zero inches to about 20 in just one day (Sunday). Personally I think it’s amazing. Although I’d imagine I might be feeling different if I didn’t work from home and had to attempt to commute through the snow. Many cars parked on the streets are still deeply buried and may stay that way until Spring.
If you’re wondering why Sid has a salad container on his head, it’s my latest invention – the STOUT SNOUT CONE (patent pending)! See, a regular-length cone is fine for dogs that have normal size snouts, but flat-faced breeds have no joy when trying to sniff out the ideal “business spot”; they just can’t get close enough to the target. With the STOUT SNOUT CONE, your flat-faced friend can sniff the trees with ease. What do you think?!
Well folks…turns out Sid spoke a little too soon. His eye is still bothering him and when I took him to the vet yesterday to see what was up, it appeared that his little injury hasn’t quite completely healed. Well, actually it likely did heal at some point but then when he rubbed or scratched his face he essentially un-did the healing. Ugh. So this is likely 100% my fault because I didn’t subject him to 24-7 cone humiliation. See what happens when you cave in to “pug pressure”?!
So now we are strictly adhering to the recommended round-the-clock conage and we’re back to administering drops every four hours (that includes in the middle of the night! Perhaps my next post will be at 4am!).
Sid could use any good pug juju you could send his way. We want this little abrasion to heal up completely so he can get back to his normal cone-free existence. Thank you in advance.
Hi everyone! Sid here today. And it will probably be that way for a while now.
See, I’ve banned my dad from the computer until he removes this goofy plastic satellite dish from my head.
About two weeks ago I got a tiny scratch on my eyeball and my dad took me to the vet. It actually didn’t really bother me much and the vet said the abrasion looked very shallow. They gave my dad a bottle of eye drops to dispense into my glossy orb four times per day to prevent infection while it healed. They also said that I had to wear a cone – though they called it an “E-Collar” (probably to confuse me) – so I wouldn’t mess around and scratch my eye further.
For two weeks, four times a day, my dad would corner me into the bathroom and squirt a drop or two of the meds into my eye. Let me tell you – those drops were flipping annoying so I made the situation as difficult as possible by TIGHTLY CLOSING my eye and flailing around like one of those air dancers you see outside of car dealerships. But my dad is very persistant and eventually a drop would find its way into my eye. Then I’d have to immediately don this ridiculous contraption. My eye actually didn’t bother me much (it only felt weird for a few minutes after the drops went in) so I only had to be humiliated for about a half an hour after each dose. THANK GOODNESS. I don’t know what I might have had to resort to had I been subjected to the vet-recommended 24-hour cone treatment. Eat the couch? Poop on my dad’s pillow? It might have just come to that.
Well, my eye has healed up very well and at my last check-up the vet said my eye looked like nothing ever happened. Woo hoo!
But before I take this goofy cone off for good, I have a small request. Trust me, it will be hilarious.
I want everyone to sing along with me to Lou Reed’s “Satellite of Love” but instead of singing the real lyrics on the chorus, let’s all sing: “Bom Bom Bom, Satellite of Pug!”. A one, a two, a one, two, three…
Hiya Pug Slopers! My, aren’t you looking lovely/handsome today.
I went for an awesome walk yesterday after dinner and wanted to tell you about it. I love going for walks as the sun is setting because (some days) the colors of the sky are incredible!
It’s still pretty dang cold outside – which is why I’ve got TWO layers on – but the wonderful golden hues help keep my mind off my chilly toes. I know some of you guys and gals wear boots but not this pug. Trust me, my dad has tried. I like my tootsies naked.
Even though Sid has half a dozen beds of his own, a padded fleece carpet, and access to my couch and bed, I still frequently catch him lounging in bizarre places and/or positions. I think it’s just a weird pug thing.
Although, to his credit, the little guy may have actually been doing some post-walk stretches. With the piles of snow and slush our daily walks have turned into more of an adventure than usual.
PUG SLOPE chronicles the adventures of a pug named Sid as he navigates his way through the world. He was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, started the blog in Park Slope, Brooklyn, and is currently calling Chicago, Illinois his home.
