Pug Direct

Um, so, Sid read the blog yesterday, and now he’s all embarrassed.  Apparently I wasn’t supposed to write about his new girlfriend and their big date and how IN LURV he is.  Also, I’m supposed to tell you that we “made him” wear that bow-tie and then I’m supposed to post a photo of him dressed in his “cool” clothes.

Ta-da:

So, now, like any teenage pug who’s been mortified by their mother, Sid is acting out.  I found him this morning trying to mail himself to Fresh Direct, our grocery delivery service, because we, apparently, don’t understand him the way Fresh Direct understands him and if he lived at Fresh Direct he could eat all the Ginger-O’s and apples in the warehouse whenever he wanted and Brian and I wouldn’t be there to say “Leave it!” or “Uh-oh!” and he probably wouldn’t even have to sit or stay or Jimmy or ANYTHING before eating ALL OF THE DELICIOUS FOOD HE COULD GET HIS PAWS ON.

Sigh.

 

 

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3 Responses to “Pug Direct”

  1. avatar Payton Says:

    Oh, Sid…take me with you! I know you have a girlfriend, but that Fresh Direct place sounds like heaven here on earth! I’ll pack my hoodie too. We’ll be twins (and prepared for any refrigerator cases we run into). Call me with the details!
    Love,
    Payton

  2. avatar Noodles Says:

    Sid, I love your cool clothes as much as I love your bowtie. I totally understand your problems with the ‘rents. They just love us so darned much. . . At least that is what I tell myself when I am put in “jail” for acting out. Whatever.
    And yes you could walk the 3000 miles here and partake of our awesome weather and yummy cotton candy . . . But it might take you 999999999 days to do it.
    Sigh.
    Love Noodles

  3. avatar Lola Says:

    Dear Sid,

    I understand how you feel. My mom is always blabbing embarrassing things about my personal life and health problems. I thought that this weekend, when my grandparents visited, I would stow away in their suitcase and be spoiled for a while at their house. But now they’re not coming. Can I borrow your box so I can ship myself to Wisconsin? Wanna come?

    Love Lola

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