Surrender to All that is Me

I have responsibilities. While many assume that a dog's life is just that, I have obligations to the pack and to the world.

First and foremost, I must escort The Woman everywhere. It is my job to chaperone her as she moves through her day. Whether this be as simple as moving from her office to the kitchen, or as complex as running errands all day in the car, it is necessary to guard her constantly.

And this is tiring because she seldom sits for any length of time.

Next, I must guard the house. My crate, my food bowl, and my toys are all located within this prime real estate. Invasion from the outside unknown is certain; Invasion from the cats downstairs, eminent. I must remain hypervigilent in my duties, ensuring the safety of all that is loved by me within these walls. People arriving in blue and brown clothing are highly suspicious. They leave boxes, which is my responsibility to open to ensure that there is nothing harmful inside. Distressingly, The Man and The Woman ususally run interference, only allowing me to destroy the box after the contents have been removed.

Boxes might contain dangers that The People can not smell.

I have my territory to march and supervise. I have my backyard, the parks and the local streets. Here, I require assistance and usually The Woman provides the back-up. I guard her in the house; she helps me to guard the streets.

I am responsible to the masses to educate them on all that is Shiba. I walk among the innocent and teach them the Zen of the Fur. The right look. A subtle glance. Quietly sitting while waiting for The Woman to finish chatting. It is all part of the ultimate plan of the eventual Shiba take-over.

This city is slowly surrendering to The Shiba.


I Am Shiba. Surrender to all that is Me.