Wagging Tales: Hayden Plays Orange Ball

Our dog Hayden loves to eat... eveything, including many foods that other dogs would hate. He's like Mikey from the vintage Life commercials, except Hayden would eat the cereal box too. Recently he started eating lots of different kinds of fruit, his favorite - apples. He loves to eat the entire thing. Apparently apple cores taste pretty good to him. Another fruit he likes - oranges. This is a little funnier though. He loves playing catch with it and licking the juice. Oranges have a limited life expectancy when treated like a tennis ball, but then again that's part of the appeal to Hayden. The grosser the orange gets, the more excited Hayden gets.

Being the day after Thanksgiving and a sunny 60 degrees, I thought it would be a great time to get out in the yard and let Hayden have one of the leftover oranges.



I will post a follow up apple clip later.

The Holiday Season is a Time for Giving

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Sammmich!

Okay, there's a time and place for everything.   Right?  Maybe not.  A local convenience store in my home town sells "Big Az" sandwiches... presumably pronounced Big Ass as in the line from Chris Rock's CB4 - "Shut up and eat your big ass biscuit!"  Well that being said, there is nothing more appetizing than seeing youthful txt-phrasing applied to questionably horrid food.  Mmmm mmm, I can almost taste the botulism!  Boys and girls, I give you the Big Az Chicken.

And as if something like say a Big Az Chicken sandwich was not warning enough... then Ships Ahoy Me Maties... they make a Big Az Fish and Cheese sandwich too,  arrrrrrrrrrrrr!  Well nothing quite goes together like microwaveable fish and cheese, except maybe cold night sweats and diarhea.  

Welcome to Dante's seventh level of hell... Big Az sandwiches.   I imagine that these sandwiches would taste something like a Krusty Burger... but with less quality control.  The world is a sad place and Big Az brand Fish and Cheese is far scarier than anything H.P. Lovecraft could've dreamt up.  Fear this food.

Wagging Tales: Hayden Go Seek

Our dog Hayden has a new fascination... being chased and then chasing back.  This evolved into where we are now - playing hide n' go seek with him.  I hide and when Hayden looks for me I try to run to the patio before he can catch me.  The trick is to throw his toy way across the back yard and then go hide before he realizes I am gone.  Then the fun begins as Hayden runs crazy and whines like he's a lost toddler left in Walmart.  

Now, here's the real kicker.  Our backyard consists of two trees, of which the cedar is the only one I hide behind (since the branches go to the ground he can't see me).  The rest of the yard is pretty bare with only a couple of corners to stand behind at the edge of the house or behind the AC unit.  I really thought it would be fun for five minutes, then he'd catch on.  Well it's been about month and damn... that tree is a really good hiding spot.  Even though he sees me running out from behind it every time I decide to make a dash for the back patio, Hayden still never thinks to look there first.

Case in point...

Hayden brings me his tennis ball ring - "the donut" - and lets me know he is ready to play.  He is very optimistic that this time he's going to win.

I throw the donut to the fence and instantly begin my sprint to hide behind the tree before he notices where I've hidden.

Sadly enough, I'm behind this little thing... mysteriously I've vanished in Hayden's mind. 

Hayden returns to the scene of the crime and begins sniffing, I'm gone.

The panic sets in after circling the yard a few times.  Colder... colder... ice cold... you're freezing... you're at the North Pole.  After about a minute of waiting (and trying not to laugh) and with Hayden's back turned to me, I run to the patio.  He arrives seconds later as he sees me run by.

Disgusted with his umpteen consecutive defeat... Hayden has a little pity party and yawns in disapproval. 

With a record of 20 losses and 1 win (I fell down one time and he caught me), Hayden deepens in his doggy depression after giving up on another attempt of winning hide n' go seek.