Thanksgiving Reflections

Happy Thankgiving to all my fellow Woofers of Wooster Square. What a wonderful day to be canine! The smell of food everywhere, and leftovers. Lots of leftovers for our bowls. And while most humans prefer football, I like to watch the National Dog show. Or should I say listen. My human gives me the details. My favorite group of course is the group that I am a member of, the toy group.

I am a very happy and thankful DogFather this year. Me and my human have settled in here in Wooster Square, made lots of friends and we have walked all over our fine city. Today's walk was glorious. And I reflected on all that me and my human are thankful for this year.

I thank the great sniffer in the sky everyday for my human Bart. Who seems to have nothing better to do than walk me all over town and feed me. I'm thankful for my girlfried Charlie, and her human Julie. Who brought so much good Chi when they moved into our humble building. I am thankful for my human friend Matt, although I have been known to bite him. That only happens when he whips me into a devil looking mouth foaming demon over some stupid squeeky toy. I am thankful for the meat guy at the Farmer's Market, who gives my human ground up cow that I get to eat every day. I am thankful for the piano that my human is studying, for he has entertained and delighted me with his playing. My human says to tell you that he is thankful for his beautiful, smart and talented twin daughters, Keenan and Shea, and that they have have wonderful mother.

What are you thankful for? Remember, after eating all that human food, its best to throw up on the rug after your human has cleaned up the entire kitchen. This seems to get the best reaction. Or even better, if you can wait, throw up in several different spots on the best rug during the night. This usually produces a huge reaction in the morning. Sometimes I get so excited waiting for my human to wake up, I just have to leave a crap somewhere just to top it off. Oh those are good times.
Happy Thanksgiving and smell you later!

Squirrel!!!

What the squirrels in Wooster Square Park do after you leave!

Zippy here! How are all my friends of Wooster Square Woofs doing? I want to figure out something today. About Squirrels. First off, nobody, not my human or any one else for that matter can spell squirrel. Why does that bother me? Because everything about squirrells need to be on the table here. The first time I went walking in the park, I heard humans say "squirrel". But they just don't say it, it is as if the word is thrust out of their mouths involuntarily, like they can't help themselves(my human tell me that is redundant, I told him the water is my dish is low) The first time the s-word was exclaimed in my presence, I jumped and got down on all fours (you know what I mean). The first thing I thought of was that there was an incoming mortar, and I should duck and cover. After noticing than my human was not expecting to be blown to bits, I made a mental note: Squirrel.

Being blind, of course I have never seen a squirrel. But after listening to my friends begin the chase after hearing the charge, I realized that squirrels are some form of canine entertainment. Although, I did get close enough to one to find out that what my friends are chasing is a big rat. Yuck. (Human note: this from a dog who thinks nothing of licking his butt in public)

So what I'm trying to say here is that you may not want to chase that squirrel if you ever caught one. Getting you to chase is your human's way of getting you exercise. Next time your human says SQUIRREL, give them a look that says "why don't you take that fat ass of yours and walk me around the park for exercise" Stop enabling your human.

Me? I'll take my bunny any day over any squirrel!


A shout out to a human -Steve- my human Bart met at the gym, he has a border collie... smell you at the Park!

Me and my human blogging

Jules, It would help if my human was not inept with the computer. He says he is having problems because he has a mac. I mean, were talking about a guy when asked where the "alt" key is, he said it was next to the "epper" key. Give my love to Charlie!

Hi, I'm Zippy

You may or may not know me. I'm kinda a rock star in Wooster Square, if not all of new haven. I am the real deal, 100% Italian Stalian Greyhound. The DogFather of Wooster Square. Many people feel compelled to greet me a specail way, some compelled to prostrate themselves gently holding my leg and kissing my pinky paw, and I respect that. But a simple pat and the head and greeting of "Don Zippy" is sufficiently adequate.

I'm starting this blog "Wooster Square Woofs" to give a voice to all the dogs out there in Wooster Square, chat about my travels walking our grand city. I hear humans say that I am blind, but I SEE everything. And I have a pretty good smeller too. So what does a blind rock star self proclaimed DogFather of Wooster Square have to write about? You'd be surprised at how much a little IG (that's slang for Italian Greyhound) can drum up. I may have a little head like a rat, but hey, there is a lot going on in there!

Wooster Square is a great neighborhood in case you were wondering. The City of New Haven takes great care of our park and people generally pick up after their pups. About a month or so ago, the Friends of Wooster Square Association put on a showing of Wizard of Oz in the park. About 150 people showed up, great fun was had by all. After the show, the head of the association, Andy Ross invited some folks and me over to their house for a post show gig. I decided to take a tour of their house and went upstairs. To everyones shock I kinda missed the steps and went through the balcony and dropped about six feet. Luckily for me, I landed on a chair with coats and purses on it. I was like, what's up, and everyone was just looking at me with this face like what the @#^%? Good times Andy!

Well, the blog is officiall open. I'll try to spruce it up with some photos and such. Check out the linking web sites below, if you want your web site on the blog page, just shoot my human an email

See you at the park or at Fuel! Come up and say hi!

Literally, I'll smell you later! Don Zippy