Hi there all you adorable Pug Slopers –

I’m totally knackered after a full week of partying for my 8th Birthday (which was technically on Friday). So this week I plan to SLEEP, EAT, and then SLEEP SOME MORE in order to recuperate. But first, I wanted to share some photos from all the B-Day festivities.

First, was my TOWERING Birthday cake that dad “baked” for me.

The cake consisted of alternating layers of sliced apple and peanut butter topped with a FULL-SIZE CARROT (a significant upgrade to the baby c’s I am known to devour). To “fancy it up”, he placed some raspberries around the perimeter. He knows I’m not 6 years old, but said he ran out of raspberries (I’ll forgive him). I couldn’t wait to eat the cake. I stared goggle-eyed at the creation as it was being built on the kitchen counter. I may have even whined like a puppy the whole time.

Next was a fresh new toy – a skinny squirrel with squeakers at both ends. I take pride in my ability to crustify any new toy no matter how soft and fluffy it initially is. After a couple days of intense chewing and hiking it through my legs, the squirrel now has crispy saliva-spiked fur and both squeakers have been silenced. I’m a professional, kids, don’t try this at home.

As a grand finale to Birthday week (which technically extended into this week because Dad took the day off on Monday), we went to the Foster Dog Beach! I got to run around like a maniac on the sand and also swam some laps in Lake Michigan. Unfortunately, I was too exhausted to edit together a sequel to PUGWATCH, so you’ll have to use your imagination with these still photo highlights:

All in all, it was a total blast and I can’t wait for my next Birthday! I hope you all got to celebrate along with me and get some EXTRA TREATS!

HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY, LITTLE BUDDY!

LOVE,
DAD xo

(The Birthday mayhem will continue in our next post – A.K.A. “Sid devours his Birthday cake”)

Hi Pug Slopers!

OHMYPUG! I’m just so excited! You know why I’m so excited? Well, because this is my favorite week of the year. And you know why it’s my favorite week of the year? Well, that’s easy – because it’s my BIRTHDAY WEEK!!! Woop!

My 8th Birthday is on Friday and that means this week will be filled with extra treats, extra belly rubs, and hopefully a new toy or two. I know I already have a ton of toys but nothing beats a FRESH one – with a functional squeaker.

I’ve been getting myself psyched up by looking at some of my previous Birthday posts. Here’s a few to show what awesomeness may be in store…

• Birthday Week Continues (2012)
• Happy Birthday, Little Buddy! (2012)
• This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things… (2011)
• They Say It’s Your Birthday! (2011)
• Birthday Boy! (2010)

Hello all you beautiful Pug Slopers!

Sorry that it’s been a while since you heard from me directly. As you know, I lead a pretty busy life so I usually delegate posting duty to my unpaid intern (aka “Brian” or “Dad”). Well, this time I’m typing with my very own paws. Notice, however that you’re not hearing the usual tap-tap-tap…that’s because I got my nails trimmed. See I am entertaining some special guests this weekend and I have to make sure I’m in top form.

My intern, er, Dad, is going away for the weekend to someplace with waterslides and go-karts and other things someone his age should have probably long outgrown. While he’s away, I’ve got two awesome humans coming over to man the PugSlope Headquarters and administer my treats (they’ll be taking me on walks, too, but let’s be frank – treats are the numero uno priority-o). I want to make a good impression, so in addition to my nail trimming (technically “dremeling”) I also got a full-service bath and all my beds were washed and dried (again, by my intern). Everything smells like coconuts.

I’ll let you guys know what I get up to when my Pops returns. Let’s just say I’ve got a feeling I’m going to be S-P-O-I-L-E-D!

Despite Sid’s recent weight gain, it’s really hard to resist the urge to spoil him with treats. I mean, it’s not like he just eats treats matter-of-factly. Each treat is THE MOST AWESOME THING IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE to him. So when my kind neighbor offered me a hunk of watermelon, I just had to give Sid a taste. After all, the poor dude has never had the joy of eating fresh watermelon before.

As soon as the mysterious pink chunk was placed before him, his pug instinct kicked in and he confidently decided it was in fact food and bowed down accordingly before his new watermelon overlord.

Once he got the “OK” to dive in, mayhem soon followed.

Of course the first step was to ditch the dish. At least he was kind enough to continue chowing down in the kitchen instead of carrying his juicy friend onto my bedspread.

It actually took him a lot longer to work his way through the chunk than I had anticipated. The watermelon appeared to alternate between being stuck to the roof of his mouth and being wedged under his tongue.

Watermelon juice started oozing everywhere. Again, thank you, Sid, for staying clear of my bed and the couch. If anything, you’re a courteous glutton.

The chunk eventually met its demise and Sid was ready for more. Unfortunately for him, that was the only TOTALLY AWESOME BEST EVER TREAT he was going to get today. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

Have you ever had one of “those days”?

Specifically one of those days WHEN YOU CAN’T FIND THE TOY YOU WANT RIGHT AT THE EXACT MOMENT YOU WANT IT?

You search high, you search low, you practically get lost in your toy bin and yet, even after having pulled every single toy from its hiding spot, this ONE TOY is nowhere to be found.

Hrmmmm…

If you happen to come across a light brown mini plush bear with a non-functioning squeaker, please let me know.

Hey friends!

I think the weather may be broken. If it’s not totally broken, it’s definitely confused – or maybe just indecisive. It’s like when you root around in your toy bin and keep pulling out different toys. One minute you want the tiny plush froggie, then you see the hide-a-squirrel and must have it immediately. Then like two minutes later you crave that delicious deer antler. Yeah, so that’s what the weather’s been doing – first it’s sweltering hot, then grey and rainy, then sunny and beautiful for 20 minutes, then mega-thunderstorms roll in (My voice is raspy from all the barking I had to do during the most recent storm). Now it’s just cold. So see what I mean, IN-DE-CI-SIVE.

However – there is a SWEET side-effect when the weather turns fickle. Well, two actually. First, my walks have been shortened to like fifteen minutes each. This is because we could get caught in a thunderstorm any minute. I know sometimes I like walks but on the whole, but sometimes my dad goes a little crazy and takes me on his “errands”. Um, sorry, Dad, but I really don’t want to walk with you all the way to the CVS to get toilet paper. The second side-effect is that when I have to be cooped up due to inclement weather, my dad feels bad so he goes into the new toy stash and pulls out something fuzzy and squeeky and oh-so-irresistable. So, thank you, weather for being confused or indecisive or totally broken this past week. Now, back to my toy thrashing.