And How Was Your Thanksgiving?

The People chose to Torture Me.




I Am Shiba. I Exemplify Patience.

Occupy Apex

We have made it clear that We own this apartment complex. There are no greater canines than myself and Belle-chan.

Belle-chan announces her arrival as soon as she walks outside the door. I merely mark everywhere that I can, informing all others that that this is made tree, my post, my grass, and that grass over there is mine too.

Belle-chan is our formal announcer to all dogs that not only are we to be respected, but to clear the path so that we may progress as the Emperors that we are. We are the 1%, and we Never Let Any One forget that.

We have secured our authority in the apartment complex.

Next stop, Apex itself.

It is our destiny to be Conquerers.



I Am Shiba. North Carolina Will Be Renamed North Shibalina.

Belle-chan: Then and Now

Belle-chan has always been known for her beautifully foxy round face. This gives her that distinction of being known as "cute" rather than "distinguished," or "intelligent-looking." She does have that classic fox-like Shiba face while I have more of a "coyote" look.

However, this is Belle-chan today. She has no extra fur anywhere on her body- no undercoat what-so-ever. From September until yesterday, she shed nonstop until she lost every bit of undercoat anywhere on her body.

And now she looks like this malnurished skinny stray dog that We found somewhere.

It truly is sad. I am used to associating myself with the Beauty of the Breed and it appears now that Beauty has become more like a Beast. And a scraggly one at that.

I, of course, am allowing my undercoat to return as cooler breezes blow, but it appears that Belle is striving for that skinny Southern Belle style of the 1800's when dogs starved during the Civil War. She looks more ready for a Hoe-Down than a Grand Party like from Gone With The Wind.

Belle-chan just looks so very un-Shiba-like.

Truly the South is not the place to be a Shiba.

I Am Shiba. My Coat Is Fine, Thank You Very Much.