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ABOUT : PAISLEY

Paisley Christina Merrell-Medina (don't worry, I know how ridiculous I am) was born in Orlando, Florida, on Halloween 2004. She was a surprise Christmas present from Billy that year, our first Christmas after moving to New York.

I'd been pretty obsessed with pugs for the entire duration of my and Billy's relationship. Maybe more so once we moved to New York, where all I saw everywhere were PUGS PUGS PUGS, ceaselessly taunting me. Even in BARS.

So one day, we're in this East Village bar called Cellar (which is now the Alligator or Crocodile gimmick bar with free pizza) with our friend Brian (Brian Selznick—if you haven't read The Invention of Hugo Cabret, you're missing out in a really huge way...it's phenomenal) and we see this guy walk in with a pug. I, being the geek that I am, go up and pet the dog. In the meantime, Billy's at the table with Brian, inspired and scheming on what to get me for Christmas.

He's really the best boyfriend ever.

So we're back in Florida for Christmas, and I open this present from Billy. It's a fucking dog-carrying shoulder bag. Really funny, jerk. (I'd already gotten lots of pug-related shit for Christmas that year, and I was getting tired of the fact that I'd never have a pug for real.) Then I notice that the little bag is moving, and I look inside and there's this tiny, two-pound, eight-week-old, snorty little ball of crazy, and I flipped my shit.

Okay, I might've first said: "Billy...we can't have a dog!" (Hey, what can I say? I'm a practical worrier!)

But it didn't take long for me to fall in love with the little bitch.

The Monster is almost three now, and is a lil' on the chubster side, weighing in at 22 pounds. She's way calmer than when she was a puppy (seriously, don't get a pug if you're not prepared for pure insanity for a couple years), but she's still got her moments, for sure. You should see her chase the laser pointer!

Here're some Top Five lists for Paisely.

Nicknames
1. Paise-face
2. Chunky Monkey (or just Monkey)
3. Pugalicious
4. Tail-Wagger
5. Monster

Likes
1. Licking
2. Sneezing in your face when you least expect it
3. Flirting with other dogs
4. Running in yards when we visit Florida
5. Attacking my feet while I put my shoes and socks on

Dislikes
1. Pigeons
2. The dog across the hallway that pees on our doorstep
3. Dogs on TV
4. The "BAD ROBOT" that shuffles across the TV screen after the Lost credits
5. The 1 Train (Everywhere else she's fine, oddly enough.)

Favorite Foods
1. Celery
2. Anything we're eating
3. Anything we're eating
4. Anything we're eating
5. Dog food (tie)
5. Dust (tie)

 

 

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COMMENTS

You have the cutest dog I have ever seen! Is there a Paisley
Appreciation Society I can join? --Kathleen

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