Who’s the Boss?
Ever since we left Sid with Fun Aunt Liv for the weekend and his bowels exploded a week later (two completely unrelated incidents), we’ve been a little…um, permissive…as to where Sid sleeps at night. What can we say – It’s nice having a warm pug in the bed now that it’s chillier outside. I’m pretty sure that GUILT and PITY play a huge role in this as well.
But we’ve got to put a stop to this. Now.
“What’s the big deal,” you ask? Why do we not just enjoy the fact that we get eight extra hours to snuggle with the Hooth?
Well, after about a week of sleeping in the big bed, Sid starts to forget who’s in charge here at the Pug Slope Headquarters. And I don’t mean that he starts wandering around aimlessly, looking for a leader. What I mean is that his little pug brain decides that it’s going to dictate the frequency and volume of his meals, and he starts demanding food at all hours of the day.
Here’s a video of Sid – who, bear in mind, had a full breakfast and a gigantic lunchtime treat bone filled with peanut butter, apples, and venison –
aggressively hilariously trying to demand that I serve him his dinner at 2:30 in the afternoon.
We’ve created a monster.