Ignorance is Bliss…
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:
