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.
When is your favorite time to go for a walk?
Pugs can get comfortable anywhere.
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.
Sid told me that 2015 is going to be the “Year of the Future”. I’m not exactly sure what he meant by that so I asked him to explain further. He continued that this would be the year that truly indestructible squeakers would be discovered, brilliant breakthroughs of growing organic baby carrots would allow production to double, and that rather than use their legs to walk, pugs would start hovering.
He then demonstrated what he was talking about.
Woah, Sid. THAT IS AMAZING!
Another year is almost behind us and, as you can see in the photo above, Sid is ready to welcome the new year. We wish everyone good health and happiness in the upcoming year. Plus lots of treats (Sid added that part). It’s been so cold here lately so we’ll probably be staying in and partying at home. Even though Sid is only 9, and thus legally underage, he insists that he should be allowed to have a taste of champagne at midnight. What do you think? Should he get a taste?
Sid and I hope everyone is having a great holiday, enjoying some time with family and friends, and eating some seriously delicious food!
Sid & Brian