Archive for May, 2014

Oh Joy!


Good day to you, Pug Slopers!

Boy, I’m feeling great today! I hope you all are, too.

The sun is shining, it has FINALLY starting to warm up around here (Hello, it’s almost JUNE for crying out loud!), and I’ve been sporting my favorite bandana: the black one. Yes, it’s true, I’m a bad boy. I don’t know why but my dad just laughed right now.

Anywho, I hope you all have a great weekend. Hopefully there’s some good weather in the forecast wherever you may be. So now it’s time to turn up the tunes, strut like you’re the coolest pug/human alive, and indulge in delicious treats. You with me?

Wordless Wednesday: Floppy Edition


Here, Fishy Fishy

Well folks, I survived two weeks of stinky, messy wet dog food (of course Sid loved the stuff). Not only is wet dog food foul to the human olfactory system, it’s also much harder on the wallet than dry food. I’m glad Sid still has plenty of healthy teeth left to crunch on hard food!

Since harder-chewing items like antlers are out of the mix for now, I found a softer, yet more stinky, alternative: ROLLED SALMON SKINS!


Whenever I hold something in my hand and start talking in a higher-than-normal voice, Sid knows he’s in for something good.

He made a bee-line for his bed and started smacking his lips and spinning in circles.


Once he got the fish skin in his mitts, he immediately knew what to do with it. He has good instincts. Actually, on second thought it’s probably not a very smart idea to assume that everything presented to you is edible but that’s the way he operates.


It actually took a Sid a good amount of time to soften and eat the delectable treat although I wish it would have lasted him a little longer. The worst part was when he got near the end and kept trying to wolf the “bite-size” morsel down. Took him a few attempts (ew!). Luckily they are not messy and the smell is much more tolerable than wet dog food so win-win!


Wet Food Rulez

Halloooo all you beautiful denizens of Pug Slope!

Thank you all for your support during my grueling 24-hour fast and dental exam last week. Although I lost a few bad teeth I’m feeling much better and have quickly resumed most of my usual activities.


See, I’m already back to chewing on my plush potatoes. I can’t have anything too tough yet though. Can you believe my Dad thinks my Kong and Wigzi ball fall into the “too tough” category?! Dad, they are MADE OF RUBBER for cryin’ out loud!

I guess I can’t really complain though because in lieu of my lunchtime Wigzi or Kong, I’ve been playing the “Find It!” game every day around noon. How it works is that my dad cuts up a couple baby carrots into tiny pieces (so I can just suck ’em down instead of trying to chew them since I still have some stiches in my mouth) and then makes me go sit in my bed. I get all psyched up and start spinning around at that point because as soon as he yells “FIND IT!” he chucks all the b.c. chunks into the air and then then I go on a “seek and destroy” or rather “seek and devour” mission. Unlike the Kong or Wigzi, which takes me like 20 mins, this game usually only lasts about 45 seconds (much to my Dad’s dismay). What can I say, I was born to suck down baby carrot chunks.

Oh and finally, WET FOOD RULEZ! I get so amped up whenever I hear a can being opened now. I don’t know how I’m going to go back to dry dog food next week. Actually, who am I kidding? I’ll eat anything: wet or dry, warm or cold, safe or UNSAFE. I’m certainly not picky.

We Made It!


Thank you all so much for all your thoughts and positive juju while Sid underwent his dental yesterday. I spent most of the day worrying and Sid probably wasn’t having too great of a day either (multiple extractions!) but I’m happy to report we both survived and are now enjoying our beautiful 80-degree day!

(Although I’m still not sure he’s forgiven me for the 24-hr pre-op ban on food and treats.)

Give Me Strength


The day I’ve been waiting for dreading for the past month has finally arrived.

The day BEFORE Sid’s dental.

Now, the actual day of the dental is stressful due to the fact that, as many of you know, they have to knock my poor little guy out with anesthesia, and the presentation of the vet bill is no laughing matter as it often tallies up to an exorbitant figure on par with most apartment rent payments, but what has really been haunting me in my dreams for the past month is this tiny flat face when I have to explain to those adorable little brown eyes that breakfast is the ONLY FOOD YOU’RE GOING TO GET FOR 24-HOURS. No snacks, no treats, no lunch-time Wigzi, no dinner tonight, no breakfast tomorrow. Absolutely NO BABY CARROTS.

So I ask for all of your help to give me the strength to deny this poor little guy what he oh so desires.

How I wish there were a way to explain to him that after his dental life will be grand again. Treats will resume (only soft ones at first) and CANS UPON CANS OF DELICIOUS SMELLY WET DOG FOOD will be his for the taking.