So, since it’s too dang cold out to go for long walks, I’ve been amusing myself with activities that I can do inside. You know, reading books, watching the tube, knitting….ok who am I kidding, I’ve been NAPPING most of the time. Or staring at my dad until carrots are deposited into my mouth.
I figured some of you guys might also be experiencing the winter doldrums so I thought I’d learn ya something today: How to do the infamous “Flap Flip“.
Depending on your region, you may also know it as the “Meh? Muzzle”, the “Shaggy Sneer”, or the “Bemused Gregory”. Yeah, that last name never really caught on.
Step 1: Avoid water for about 1 hour. We want to get our mouth nice and dry for maximum muzzle-flap stickage.
Step 2: Let out a GIGANTIC yawn. You may optionally make a high-pitched squeeking noise while yawning that I like to do approx. 3 inches from the face of a sleeping human at breakfast time.
Step 3: Let your arid mouth and lack of snout work to your advantage as you slowly close your jaws. Often a lower anterior snaggle tooth can aid in the process.
Step 4: Gaze in the mirror at your amazing “Flap Flip”.
This face is best used when prompted with inane questions like “Are you a good boy?”, or “Wasn’t that a FUN walk we just went on?”. Good luck!
Hey all GentlePugs and LadyPugs out there – I learned something new today.
If your human gets injured, you get extra carrots!
Um, hang on. I don’t think I explained that well enough. Let me start over. See, my dad injured his foot over the weekend and now he can’t walk very well. This mean he can’t go on long walks with me, so my brief walks have been supplemented by indoor activities including – my favorite – Baby Carrot Catch!
You all know about my OBSESSION with baby carrots (I mean, just look at my masthead). And you are probably also aware of my other passion which is catching objects in mid-air. Potatoes, tiny frogs, raw squeakers, you name it. I can catch ’em all. So this is, by definition, my FAVORITE ACTIVITY OF ALL TIME.
Actually if peanut butter were somehow involved…hmmm.
Anyway, so now, while my dad is in one-leg mode, I have a B.C.C. session at least once a day!
Here’s a little video demonstration so you can gaze upon the awesomeness.
Aside from a little dusting back in December, we haven’t had any proper snow here in Chicago. Sid’s first experience with snow was back in 2010 when Brooklyn was hit with an impressive BLIZZARD the day after Christmas. In case you missed Sid’s adventures waddling through the mountains of snow in his rubber footies, it’s been well-documented.
Last winter was a bit of dud snow-wise due to the unusually warm temps.
So it was nice today when we woke up and saw a decent layer of the fluffy white stuff coating the neighborhood.
Check out those tiny pug feet.
Sid enjoyed his walk through Winnemac Park, though the coating of snow seemed to make it more difficult for him to find the EXACT RIGHT SPOT to do his business. After some extended circling, fly-bys, and obsessive sniffing, he did eventually find the prime location.
I’m hoping we get even more snow – it’s the one thing that makes the winter tolerable!
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.
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.
