Aunt Jill

I've got a new dog sitter! Aunt Barbara has gotten two stupid cats now so I can't go to Camp Healy anymore but Aunt Jill works with Dad and she really loves dogs so she'll be taking care of me while Mom and Dad go away for a long weekend in a few weeks to Orlando. YAY! Perhaps Aunt Barbara missed the sign that I have clearly posted here on my blog.

Sicker than a Dog

Haven't been able to post in some time because Daddy took me for a walk and saw that I was peeing blood. Being the good dad that he is, he rushed me to the animal hospital (it was Sunday and the vet wasn't in) and discovered that I had an infection.

The vet was great--Dr. Amanda Higman over at the Animal hospital on 62nd and York Ave in Manhattan. You could tell she was having a tough day but I think I was able to brighten it again. She looked a bit harried when she came in and then she took me from dad to get some urine drawn (Ouch! She had to poke me in the bladder with a needle!) and an xray. When she returned she was all smiles and I had gone from being cradled in her arms to being held much closer and tighter up by her face.

Dr. Higman: (in an excited tone) He was soooo good! So well behaved! What a good dog!

I know how to charm all the cuties! Dad just looks at me and gets upset that he never had a wingman as good as me when he was single.

We left to go an pay the check and dad nearly dropped me when they told him the bill. The cashier said:

"Don't drop him. That'll cost you ANOTHER $400."

Anyway....things are good back at Casa de Haze. I am fine on my anti-biotics and am back to moderately good health. My asthma has also improved and I even don't bark at other dogs as much.

Mommy is taking good care of me this week as dad is in Houston at a conference selling his book and giving some talks. I miss dad and hope he comes home soon. Mom puts the cell phone up to my ear so dad can talk to me and I get confused and bark and run to the door--but once I realize that dad isn't at the door I return to the phone with mom and she lets dad talk to me and tell me how much he misses me and mom and then I give the cell phone a kiss and hope that dad can feel it through the fiber optics to his bald head.

He's back in another day or so and I'm going to lick his face so much when he gets home. Maybe he'll even bring me a new toy from Houston!

Easter

Yay! He is risen! Since I'm a chihuahua mom and dad figure that I was Catholic like them. So they brought me to church on Palm Sunday. I was fine at home while dad read at the Easter Vigil (nearly 3 hours long!).

Mom got a nice chocolate Easter bunny which they keep away from me since dogs can't eat chocolate (FYI--it's poisonous to dogs if they eat enough of it).

The local parish near our house cancelled their 6PM mass--but one of the strangest things I've ever seen happened. Throngs of people stood outside the locked church praying from 6P-7P anyway. It was almost like they were saying...we don't need no stinking priest!

Regardless, I thought it was a testament to their faith.

Dad's going to try to bring me to work on Wednesday, I think. I haven't been over there in awhile.

When Irish Dogs Are Smiling...

I went to see Grandpa for St. Patrick's Day which was so much fun. He lets me off my leash in a big park near his house and I get to run like a jackrabbit until I tire myself out. Since Gramps is Irish I wore my cool hat that dad found me.

The Haze Hayes Anniversary Special

So I haven't been blogging lately. With the cold the late night walks have become frequently shorter because I shiver in the cold even with my sweater and/or jacket on.

But TODAY there is reason to celebrate! While I have been Haze all my life, I have only been Haze Hayes since I was adopted by Mike and Marion Hayes and today is our one year anniversary. Dad plans to celebrate by cooking me a chicken burger. But he also got me dressed up for his next big Fordham event. Go Rams!

I'm so happy to be a Hayes. I don't just wag my tail when my mom or dad comes home but I do a good shaking of my whole back end. It's so exciting to have them home.

So much love to Mom and Dad for adopting me. It's been a great year!

Nice Day with Dad

Dr Walsh gave me a clean bill of health today as I have gotten my asthma under control. So that's good news and what's more is that I got to spend the day with dad at work. He was feeling a bit down today so I was glad that I could cheer him up.

Fortunately for me they recently pulled the rug up in his office and buffed it --because I had a little accident in the office and it was easier to clean off of the marble floor than it would've been if the rug was still down.

Uncle Crash came by as well and we all had lunch. I even got to lick Uncle Crash's turkey sandwich without him knowing.

X marks the Pinstripes

So dad got a nice new suit from mom for Christmas---double breasted, navy pinstripe...dad looked hot as he and mom went off to the wedding of their friends Joe and Tatiara.

Cary, a good friend dog-sat for me. He was fun and took good care of me while they were at the wedding. Mom and Dad were gone all day and it really doesn't matter who they leave me with--I get uncomfortable with the idea of them being gone for so long.

So when they returned at 10PM after being gone for the day..I saw the opportunity to make a bold statement. I heard the click of the lock in the door...BARKBARKBARKBARK...which is dog for "those rotten SOBs are home after leaving me all day to have their fun without me." Cary sprang into action sensing that I was off to jump into dad's arms and get dog hair all over that new suit! Dad was smart enough--wearing a nice overcoat to hide the suit but Cary foiled my plans anyway--picking me up before Dad could come near me.

So Dad missed me too! He's so nice. So he ran into the bedroom to change his clothes so he could take me for a quick walk. He placed that great suit on a hanger to keep it nice and neat. He then made the crucial error! He placed the hanger on the door knob of the closet instead of in the closet.

I saw the opportunity immediately. I sprang across the bedroom floor getting near the closet and while dad's back was turned I lifted my leg and aimed for the botton jacket pocket and bingo---X marks the pinstripes.

Dad heard the sound of what he thought was water running when he caught me! He let out a yell that you could hear in Tokyo! And off I ran! I knew I was in big trouble.

Fortunately for Dad (and me) the dry cleaner was able to save the day. Dad's forgotten about the incident (it seems he can't stay mad at me for very long) now and all is well again.

The moral of the story:

Don't leave a dog with a stranger all day and come home in your good suit.