The Shame of The Ronin

That Guy is still missing

and

I have failed in my duties as Shiba. Yesterday, The Woman attended an outdoor function, *without me* mind you, and suffered an injury in my absence. Because I was not insistent upon my attendance at this event, evilness presented itself and her pain is my burden.

Shame has overcome me.

Today, I shall just sit in my crate and contemplate humble punishments.


I Am Shiba. Sepaku will not be enough.

It's Good to Be King

'Tis a quiet Sunday.

That Guy did not enter the house when The Woman returned from driving.

Last night, I stayed up late and guarded while The Woman watched movies.

This morning, I checked the Bed. That Guy is still not here.

My mission is complete. I am now the Ultimate Monarch of the Upstairs.



I Am Shiba. In a world where carpenters get resurrected, anything is possible.

So What Does "Bad Shiba!" Mean?

I have been reprimanded three times this week.

I was on guard duty, and That Guy made some unusual noises while walking up the stairs. Well, as He came through the door, I barked at him. The Woman spanked my behind and firmly said, NO! Well, I apologize not. It was merely a case of mistaken identity.

The second time, I was only looking in the trash bag because a). it was on the floor and b). it had a few things in it that smelled interesting and I only wanted to see what was smelling so good. Just because I am curious doesn't mean you have the right to yell and say, "No, Leave It!" And it was on the floor- that means it is mine!

The third time I was reprimanded was because The Woman did not put any cheese on my breakfast. I require cheese on my breakfast and it is her fault, not mine, that it was not there. So when I saw that there was no cheese, I walked away from my food. Well, apparently That Guy has complained to The Woman that I do this when He feeds me so The Woman blocked my path and returned me to my food. I decided to look "woe-be-gone" hoping that she would understand that I simply can not eat breakfast without cheese. She crossed her arms and stared at me. I stared back. Finally, I realized that she was not going to budge, and I begrudgingly gave in to her demand that I eat my food without cheese.

So, three times this week, I heard my name used in vain, and three times this week, I feel I was completely justified for my actions. *Some people* just don't want to listen to my side of the story.


I Am Shiba. I Get No Respect.

I'm Just a Travelin' Fool

It's been 90+ here in the grand ol' Northeast, and yet, every morning, when The Woman heads out, I insist to escort her. I know that we will be going to places where I can lay claim to my kingdom, and I know that there will be interesting sights and sounds to keep me entertained- despite the heat.

Fortunately, with this newer car she has, air conditioning is a HUGE bonus. So is a working shock system. Both make my ride much more comfortable.

So, over the course of the two weeks, I have traveled at least once to each of the following:

The Local Car Wash
The Local Grocery Store (X 3 in one day because of what The Woman calls "Senior Moments")
The Big Chain Grocery Store
The Local Library

**SQUIRREL PARK** X 2 - omgomgomg, I just love it there

My pet therapy duties
The Farmer's Market X 2
The College Bookstore (note: the college has wonderful grassy green lawns- they feel so good on hot paws)
My favorite pet store and a brief visit to the vet (like the vet really needs to see me)

I have supervised The Woman painting a wall.
I have guarded her from invaders to include the air conditioning repairman and those concrete guys *who*just*keep*coming*back* despite my very obvious ferociousness.
I have watched over them during cocktail hour and proven my skill at catching flies in midair.

One could hardly call my life dull and humdrum. My agenda is always filled. Today, however, the Woman is cooking for the week,and That Guy is working on his computer. The afternoon is cooler than most, with a nice breeze blowing.

My front door is open so I can watch the neighborhood comings and goings.

It's good to have a return to a normal Sunday. I can just relax and supervise as needed.


I Am Shiba. P.S. The Lawn is Dead.