Haze Hayes

I Moved...To BUFFALO

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:38:00 +0000

Sorry for the lack of blogging. I've been under boxes for months now and have just gotten adjusted to a new home. You dogs all know how out of sorts that can get us. I just got used to being in NYC and now...BANG... we move.

You can take the dog out of the city but you can't take the city out of the dog.

So that's the big news! I moved with Mom and Dad to Buffalo. I'm not quite sure what Dad was thinking here. It's freakin cold for me here! I can't control my body temperature and have taken to refusing to go outside from time to time. I mean you have to put your paw down now and again with these humans and that's where I draw the line. It goes below 30 degrees and I'm not budging.

So... I have lots of new things to sniff in Buffalo and most importantly, we have a carpet in our new home which I really love. My paws sink right into those fibers and ahhhhhh, it just feels marvelous. I roll around for hours.

I haven't exactly gotten used to my new surroundings. I've marked places that I know I'm not supposed to. Dad asked me if I was confusing his new office area for a toliet the other day. I quickly reminded him that no self-respecting dog would ever use a toilet. I mean please... I'm not sitting anywhere where anyone else's butt has been.

I have some new friends too. Sr Jeremy has become the new world class dog sitter. She lets me sit on her lap in the car whenever we go somewhere new and lets me sleep all curled up next to her. What a neat pal she has become!

Now the one downside to dad's new job as a Campus Minister is that Fr Jack, his new boss, has not only one but two absolutely huge english sheepdogs! Ripley and Quigley haven't run into the likes of me because dad thinks they will intimidate me way too much. I think he's right. I'd get way too afraid of those, those....monster dogs!

Ot oh, Dad told me to be nice just now because he likes both Ripley and Quigley. At first I was jealous when I'd pick up their scent on dad's hands or clothes, but he still makes me feel a lot more special than those two who just get occasional attention from Dad. I think they really just remind Dad of how much he misses me when he's at work and the result is that dad is spending a lot more time at home with me and mom.

I'm also smarter and cuter. Hee-hee. I'm so ...what's the word....? Catty? Hell no! Gosspy! Yeah that's it!

But if those dogs start getting treats from Dad instead of me--we're gonna have a rumble.

Mom also likes her job at the school for the deaf. And she's home at the end of her day and we walk after dinner for a long time in the bitter Buffalo cold. Actually, it hasn't been too bad. For a long time it was above 50 degrees and I didn't even need a coat. However, in recent weeks, it's gotten cold and we got about 6 inches of snow last week. So I've been a shivering pup from time to time. But all in all I like it here a lot more than Woodside where I was too attracted to garbage bags and litter.

Dad's also been driving and I can't wait to stick my head out the window of his new car! Have you ever stuck your head out the window going 45 MPH? WOW! What a rush!

We'll blog more frequently from here on out. I've asked dad to bring his mac home every night so I'll have more opportunities tp blog. He recently bought that mac but he often leaves it in the office and I just can't bear to use a PC anymore. You know what they say..."Once you go Mac..."

So I'm back and I hope you all enjoy our blogging escapades in Buffalo.

From Dad's Blog...A Dog? In Church

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 05:34:00 +0000

Dad got a huge response when he asked if people thought it was appropriate to have a dog in church?

So what do you think?

And check back later today to see my video of my parish's blessing of the animals service.

That's right...I said MY parish!

My New Lullaby

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 04:30:00 +0000

And dad will sing it to me every night now.

I am much more fashion savvy.

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 16:38:00 +0000

Auntie Michelle loves to give me some of her water

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 18:55:00 +0000

And her dress is fabulous!

Never a Truer Word was Spoken

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 06:23:00 +0000

Uncle Jarrad and Aunt Linda took this fun picture!

And a belated happy birthday to Uncle Jarrad, who always has time for me when I visit the office.

Facebook for dogs!

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:25:00 +0000

Come check me out on DogBook!

It's fun!

Gasp! CHEATER!!

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:35:00 +0000

And just who might this hussy be? Oh Ripley! Fr Jack's dog in Buffalo!

Sigh! Leave you alone for three days with two English Sheepdogs and this is what happens!

Meanwhile, I get a dog sitter for the weekend! I guess I'll just have to bond with him and lick his face! We'll see how much you like that!

Buffalo! Break Out the Sweaters

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 06:32:00 +0000

So Mom and Dad and I are going to move to Buffalo. What part of "I'm a chihuahua, a warm-weather dog that can't control his own body temperature" don't you understand?

Oh well sweater donations are suggested and accepted! Nothing too Perry Como though.

And wait, Dad's new boss has two English Sheepdogs?! Oh man, this is gonna be a freakin nightmare.

What's that? Oh it's a campus ministry job that dad has taken! So that means cute 19 year old women who will undoubtedly think I'm adorable. OK I can see an upside now.

Anyway, congrats on the new job Dad. He'll be the best Campus Minister that SUNY Buffalo has ever seen.

What's that? SUNY Buffalo is in the top 20 party schools as reported by Princeton Review?

Well break out the funnel and call me Spuds McKensie!

Thanks Uncle Paul

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 02:10:00 +0000

Uncle Paul came and sat for me while Mom and Dad took a trip to Buffalo. We had fun and I didn't die which was Uncle Paul's only order of business.

We watched some movies and just generally hung out. I woke him up at some God-awful hour just like I do to Dad every day. Dad needs a lot more beauty sleep than Uncle Paul so I figured it was OK and he didn't seem to mind.

And now I'm a fan of his blog too. So check him out!

Happy Anniversary to Grandpa and Grandma - 59 Years! Or 413 years in dog years

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 04:02:00 +0000

Happy Anniversary to the best Grandma and Grandpa! Thanks for raising dad! Ya done good!

Here are some great pics from the day:

Hey--that Dog is Stealing My Act...

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:17:00 +0000

At H/t to our buddy Deacon Greg for this.

Hold on.. I have cousins?

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 17:39:00 +0000

So the cousins came to visit from Milwaukee. I was a bit out of sorts for the visit but we had a good time anyway. I think Molly and Katie particularly liked me, even though I don't always like to hang out with little kids. Molly's used to being around dogs who aren't always the best behaved so she was cool with me, even when I wasn't so into being around kids! Sorry, Molly, I hope we're still friends!

Katie said that my name should be Bugsy because my eyes bug out! Hee-hee! I think that's funny and so i asked if perhaps Dad might consider re-naming me?

"Not a chance," dad said. "I picked you for your name and your cuteness at the animal shelter and your name certainly is part of your personality at this point."

I remarked back, "My name is 'Dog Who Freaks Out Around Kids?"

He said, "That's your Native American name. Mom's Native American name is "Sleeps on the Couch." And mine is "Wind Through His Scalp."

Now we're off to watch "Dances With Wolves" for the 900th time.

But thanks for a nice morning to my cousins: Ronnie, Becky, Ben, Molly and of course, Katie.

Sometimes a Warm Dog is the Perfect Sleep-aid

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 04:01:00 +0000

Oh to have a yard or a park nearby...

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:31:00 +0000

That has no other dogs around where Dad and I can run all day! Sorta like this...

Jesus is Cool, Batman

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 00:51:00 +0000

How I Usually Spend a Hot Sunday Morning

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 19:48:00 +0000

On a nice, cool, hardwood floor in an air conditioned room! Aaaaahhhhhh!

Sometimes I look for the one strip of sunlight to balance it out!

One More Reason to Hate Philadelphia

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 06:43:00 +0000

Like I needed another reason to hate this team. Michael Vick is now a member of the Eagles. A great sign from the protesters:

Hide your beagle; Vick's an Eagle.

Now in fairness, as I am king of fairness. People deserve a second chance. I'm hoping he's rehabilitated and remorseful, but I don't think I'll be rooting for him. I'm just glad he's not a Jet.

Mom isn't sick! Yay!

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 22:26:00 +0000

So mom and dad have been worried because the doctor found something wrong on mom's recent mammogram, but today they found out that everything is fine! Yay! I was so happy I had to do something like this:

Finding all those bunnies in New York City was pure hell! But it was worth it for mom! Yay mom!

Delilah the Dog

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 04:10:00 +0000

I've got a new Girlfriend! Now if I could only stay in the same room as her! Since I don't like other dogs I'll just have to worship her from afar. Dad's friend Carla brought her best friend Delilah to a recent party at their friend Donna's home. Looks like Delilah loved the outdoors.

New pics: What the heck...?

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:52:00 +0000

So Dad was taking pictures of me yesterday and he had the perfect shot lined up of me panting on a hot day. Then a little kid jumped off a flight of stairs and his flip flops made a big noise and scared me and this was the result.

So we tried again with take two...much better I think. I'm a handsome guy if I do say so myself.

I told you so...

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 06:38:00 +0000

I love the belly rub from dad!

I love it when dad does that to me

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:10:00 +0000

I Hate the 4th of July

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 02:57:00 +0000

It's not that I'm not patriotic or anything...

Bu the noise of fireworks hurts my ears, especially when I went outside with Dad to poop and people were setting fireworks off in the park. Yikes! That was not good. Especially the dope who set one off pretty close to me. Dope.

We got back inside quickly and I was still annoyed by the noise but dad put the air conditioner on high and raised the TV volume to drown out the noise and more importantly he kept me near him and petted me all night to make me feel more secure. So it all turned out OK from where I sit.

I'm hoping that some new tradition might show itself in a way that we can celebrate our country's birthday with flair but less noise.

I'm not alone when it comes to my hatred of fireworks. This article tells us a bit more about why dogs should be kept away from fireworks.

For many dogs, the first “Wheee!” of a rocket they hear sends them under the bed, quivering from nose to tail. They make a sorry sight, and it’s important to keep them indoors away from those gangs of boys, who might find it very amusing to taunt a terrified dog with fireworks.

You have to remember that a dog’s hearing is so very much more sensitive than ours. Take the Border Collie for instance. He’s been bred to hear a sheep sneeze halfway up a mountainside, then to hear his master’s whistles and commands when he gets up there to find her.

How about flag waving? That's pretty quiet and it makes a nice breeze.

Speaking of which, check out Ginny Moyer's article on just that subject on BustedHalo.

I love Grampa

mike.googlinggod@gmail.com (god googler) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 19:25:00 +0000

And because it was Father's Day, I intuitively knew that you were now the pack leader, so I followed you around all day long instead of Dad. I also didn't pee on your chair.

Happy Father's Day to both Dad and Grandpa. You are both leaders of my pack!