Hi there everyone! Sid reporting today.
Don’t worry folks, I didn’t actually get sprayed by a skunk; I just smelled like I had been sprayed. Directly and repeatedly. I guess weeks of skipping my usual scrub-down had left me with that dreaded “wet dog” smell, even when I was completely dry. In my experience, you are more likely to be showered with treats and belly rubs when you are fluffy and smell like coconuts than when you look greasy and smell like an old sock. My dad and I both agreed it was time for a bath.
As you can see, I’m usually not very pleased when I first get put in the tub. But once the warm water starts flowing and the suds start bubbling up, I get very relaxed. I might even start purring. But my energy starts to get a boost during rinse-off, and once the towel comes out I’m a full-blown maniac. My legs operate independently and at different speeds. I think it might have something to do with that fact that after I’m dried off I get bombarded with treats (My dad just said “Well, DUH!”).
Over the past couple weeks I had let the dirty laundry build up to unprecedented heights. You know things are bad when you resort to the mismatched pair of socks with the stretched-out elastic from the back corner of your sock drawer. I needed some serious help so I recruited my trusty pug pal for some much-needed assistance.
Sid was surprisingly willing to help. There wasn’t the usual pre-task negotiation of how many baby carrots he’d receive upon completion of the task. He even maintained constant eye contact while I gave him the rundown of his duties.
Immediately after he received the instructions he rested his head on the edge of the laundry basket and just stared at the pile of clothes. I guess he had realized that it would be difficult to wash and fold mass quantities of laundry without thumbs. He also had forgotten to go to the bank to get a roll of quarters for the machines.
I told him not to worry about it and that I just appreciated the fact that he’d offered to help. I let him know that I’d handle the washing and folding of the clothes if he could do what he is best-suited for: lay on the piles of warm folded clothes and make sure each one receives a healthy replenishment of pug hair. He gave me a high-five and said he was up for the challenge. We make a great team!
Sometimes Sid gets so low to the ground you might want to get your maple syrup ready. I mean we’re talking PANCAKE flat.
Once the summer heat starts kicking in (which it hasn’t yet – but we remain hopeful!), he likes to get as low as possible on the wood floor or, better yet, the tiled bathroom floor. The only thing better than a belly rub is a belly cool-down on the tile floor.
I went on a huge walk the other day to some uncharted territories and came upon a creature I’d never seen before!
When I first saw him, I was a intimidated by his size, and all those mixed up animal parts (I didn’t know if should bark at him, run away from him, or beg him for treats) but eventually I mustered up the courage to get closer for a photo op. Jeff was a pretty friendly dude and explained to me that a Lamassu is a hybrid animal consisting of the body of a bull, the wings of an eagle, and the head of a human (complete with lumberjack beard).
Anyway, it got me thinking about what other animal parts I’d like to acquire to turn myself into a SUPER HYBRID. I definitely think wings would be cool – though I think I’d go with hummingbird wings. It would take squirrel-chasing to a whole new level. I’d go with the head of something with a much bigger mouth – like a whale. That way I could gulp down my food with one bite. I think it might be cool to also get some long front arms – like from a chimpanzee. That way I could reach snacks from all those hiding placing much easier!
If you could swap some parts with another animal what would you choose and why?