So, dooodz, I am starting to get a little stir crazy out here in the midwestern suburbs. I mean, I LOVE hanging out with my grandpugrents (and receiving carrots from them), but life does move slower here. A lot slower.
Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy a day filled with naps, and there’s plenty of open spaces for long vigorous strolling, but I yearn for socialization (I haven’t sniffed a butt in over 2 weeks). I’m going to borrow a tip from Noodles and sum up my feelings in verse:
Sid did extremely well on his flight from NYC to Chicago. It actually wasn’t nearly as stressful as the first time he went on a plane. This time I was prepared! He was getting smiles left and right as he strolled through both airports and a few people even asked to get a picture of him (without even being aware of his internet fame! LOL).
Since I didn’t have room to bring the entire Sid Accessory Kit™ with me on the plane, he even managed to obtain ANOTHER brand new bed, despite just getting one for his Birthday in October. As you can see in the photo below, he approves of the new bed.
Sorry we’ve been a bit absent from the blog-o-sphere lately. There’s been a lot going on at the PugSlope HQ and Sid has been doing his best to unwind amidst all the commotion.
As you can plainly see, he’s having no trouble doing so.
We’re actually getting ready for a trip to Chicago so he can visit his grand-pug-rents, fur-cousins, and other relations for the holidays. This will be his SECOND trip via air, so of course I’m a little on edge. Luckily, “Mr. Cool” seems plenty confident due to the wings he received from Suki on the occasion of his first flight last year. Plus, I think he remembers last year that while on the plane in his travel bag he received a stready stream of treats.
Oh, hey, everybody. So, I was just hangin’ out this afternoon in my new x-ray pantsuit and monitoring the neighborhood when I saw some kids walk up to the building across the street, yell “trick or treat!”, and then get handed TREATS by the bozos who opened the door! WTP?!
All these years I’ve been doing all this work, Jimmy-ing, going down, staying, leaving it, finding it, sitting in my bed, trying to get one measly treat per feat of strength from my parents, when the people across the street will just HAND ME TREATS with the mere threat of a trick?!
Well, the PugSlope Headquarters and all of its residents survived Hurricane Sandy unscathed. We were very fortunate – our power stayed on and there was no damage to our apartment due to wind or rain. Sid thinks it’s because he’s oh-so intimidating, but the truth is we were just lucky.
Don’t mess with me, Sandy.
Now we’ll be doing what we can to help things get back to normal in NYC, and we hope that some of you can help out too. If you’re local, shelters across the city are taking donations of clothing. And from anywhere in the country, you can automatically donate $10 to the Red Cross by texting REDCROSS to the number 90999, or you can donate larger amounts at www.redcross.org.
And, on a lighter note, Sid emerged from the hurricane with his gentleman’s dignity in tact. The poor guy went almost 18 hours without doing any business in the apartment, even after I encouraged him to do so by setting up a very appealing indoor pee park:
Luckily, when we woke up at 8am, the winds had died down enough to get him outside. Poor guy barely made it to the sidewalk!!
OMG EVERYBODY THIS HURRICANE SANDY THING IS CRA-CRA-CRAZY!
I’ve been doing a lot of Googling, and apparently a hurricane is a gigantic storm with really strong winds and it has an eye or something. Like this:
Mom says I shouldn’t worry because we’re totally prepared and there’s all sorts of extra food in the house and a gazillion baby carrots in the fridge (I’ve yet to see any!) and my safe crate is all set up, and the bathtub is full of water, and we have five flashlights even though we only have two hands to hold them, but I’m still feeling a little like this:
I bet if I had a peanut-butter Kong bone I’d totally be feeling less panicky right now. Hint hint.
Good luck to everybody who’s in Sandy’s path! Stay safe and stay dry!
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.
