I Am Shiba.

Sunny Sunday Shibas

2012-01-29T16:55:00.001-08:00

I Am Shiba. We Do Sundays Right.

Belle-chan

2012-01-21T09:23:00.000-08:00

We all went to the vet yesterday for our yearly check-up.

The Vet said I looked great (and I do, of course).

The Vet said Belle-chan looked chubby (and the scale proved that she was).

However, sadly, it was also determined that Belle might have an ear infection so the Vet sticks one of those q-tip things into her ear.

Let me back up for one moment. This is a very small office with many dogs visiting and two residential cats. There is non-stop barking as we are interacting with the Vet.

That is until the Vet put the q-tip in Belle's ear to get a sample to examine.

The scream was a classic; one that every Shiba owner knows and loves so much. That scream of dissatisfaction, that scream of personal space invasion; that scream of the indignity of it all. It was not a yelp of pain; it was that sound that comes from a Shiba's heart.

It was a moment of Shiba perfection.

And there was dead silence in the Vet's office for about thirty seconds.

The Woman looked at the Vet Tech, who had a horrified expression on her face, and said, "You have now experienced The Shiba Scream. Consider yourself blessed." The Vet looked at Belle-chan with that look of "Now, that wasn't that bad now, was it?" as Belle-chan wagged her tail and appeared quite pleased with herself.

I Am Shiba. Our Screams Can Stop Time Itself.

The Bark Side: 2012 Volkswagen Game Day Commercial Teaser

2012-01-19T07:58:00.000-08:00

Although there are no Shibas in this commercial, I suspect it is because we don't sing on command, or that maybe the Force is just too strong in us. But this commercial is cool. It has my approval.

I Am Shiba. I Make The Sith Lord Look Weak.

Chaos, I Tell You, Chaos!

2012-01-17T09:02:00.001-08:00

I am most displeased. Nothing is as it should be.

The Woman decided to completely clean the kitchen of all dog fur (something about dust bunnies and shedding; I have no idea of what she speaks). First she disassembled our crates and took all our blankies to the laundromat to remove that wonderful aromatic Shiba smell and replace it with yucky non-scented stuff. Please note that in this photograph and the one below, I am not only expressing my unamusement with the entire endeavour, but also working hard to return my scent where it rightfully belongs.

"Oh this is just so wrong." ^^^

I even have to look in on her several times to see if she is done yet. Are you done yet? Are you done yet? When will our dog food bowls be dry? When will my crate be put back? Is that cleaning solution you are using healthy for my paws?

Belle-chan, of course, takes the easy option out whenever there is chaos.

She merely goes to the bedroom and naps.

There is change happening and she prefers to avoid it rather than supervise or confront it head on.

Belle-chan's philosophy: This is not happening. If I sleep, it will just go away.

My philosophy: I most certainly did NOT give you permission to do this!

I Am Shiba. Next Time She Does This, I Won't Leave My Crate.

New Year's Resolutions

2012-01-08T08:39:00.000-08:00

This year it was very easy for Belle-chan and I to decide upon our New Year's Resolutions.

She will blow her coat in the Autumn and Spring.
I will blow my coat in the Winter and Summer.

This way, we ensure that The Women gets exercise through vacuuming and meets two of her New Year's Resolutions: clean the house and exercise more.

So, all of you who believe that Shibas are not considerate on their owners needs just don't recognize how much we go out of our way to help you.

I Am Shiba. I Am Helpful.

The Difficulty of Living A Shiba's Life

2011-12-01T11:57:00.001-08:00

I Am Shiba. I Am Too Sexy For The Sun.

And How Was Your Thanksgiving?

2011-11-27T19:46:00.000-08:00

The People chose to Torture Me.

I Am Shiba. I Exemplify Patience.

Occupy Apex

2011-11-24T21:22:00.000-08:00

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

2011-11-05T09:58:00.000-07:00

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.

We Are Officially Southern

2011-10-30T13:12:00.000-07:00

We are now official residents of North Carolina

Shiba Inu was taken.

Shiba was taken.

So We settled on . . .

Everyone said, hey, you should have Shiba-2 cause you have two shibas but The Women pointed out that sometimes there may be two, sometimes three but there will always be one.

Today when The People left Whole Foods, The Woman saw a bumper sticker that said, "I love my Shiba Inu." She tried to jump out of the car to stop the person but That Guy would not let her- he has problems with her leaping out into traffic to stop people to talk to them about Shibas.
Some People just don't understand.

I Am Shiba. We Will Always Be Number 1!

Things Have Been Happening!

2011-10-27T10:51:00.000-07:00

For one, I have a new Vet. Harmony Hopsital.

And my picture made their book!

Can you find me? (It's like playing Where's Waldo?)

'Course Belle-chan had to steal the show by being there with me, but at least my notoriety continues.

The Shiba is now officially a resident of North Carolina!

I Am Shiba. Belle-chan Has Lost All Her Undercoat and Does Not Look That Cute Anymore.

Dinnertime

2011-09-24T22:08:00.001-07:00

I Am Shiba. Nom Nom Nom.

It's Been Awhile

2011-09-23T12:49:00.000-07:00

and so much has happened. But we Shibas are fine, all is well in the state of North Carolina, and if things go well, we might even go to the beach on Sunday!

The Woman had to do a ten day trip to Connecticut which was supposed to be a three day then became a six day which then became a ten day because of a broken down car (yes, the Shiba mobile broke down!), a nasty court case, and helping That Other Guy and The Child. Although consideration of my attendence was considered for this trip, given the circumstances, it is best that I stayed home. I was not happy without My Person to follow around but I coped better than I would have standing on a highway for several hours and riding in a tow truck.

Plus, someone has to keep Belle-chan inline. She gets very rowdy when I am not around to tell her how to behave.

She definitely spends considerable time and effort telling everyone in the apartment association who is Boss and that they are not. She is exceptionally good at barking at anything out of the ordinary, which includes but is not limited to, a person walking to their car, a car that is parked somewhere she thinks that it should not, and any sign of movement in the grass that could be a toad, lizard, or blowing leaf. Keeping the masses alert to environmental differences is her number one sport.

The Apartment is now Shiba territory. Belle-chan and I both have our favorite spots. The Woman has her work station now available; That Guy has his stuff all in place. We have determined what spots are appropriate for our constitutionals and we enjoy at least two, if not three walks around the neighborhood. There is even a back patio that sometimes The Woman sits out on in themornings or evenings while making phone calls where Belle-chan and I watch birds and sniff for lizards.

And the two local feral kittens that live around us somewhere.

I am saddened to report to my readers that my Health, however, is not improving. I am having issues with my feet and thyroid, and I can no longer chase a ball like I used to be able to do just a few years ago. The Woman soothed me when I chased it once, twice and then stopped because I was just too tired and my feet and legs were hurting. No longer do my hind legs prance like they used to; but I still get around well on short walks and the house with all the carpeting makes me feel good.

I also got a case of North Carolina fleas, much to my embarrassment. I have never felt so unhygenic before! (Belle-chan had no fleas but was still treated. The Woman says that nothing can penetrate her thick coat).

But I still feel like the King that I am and in the mornings, after I am well rested, I enjoy a good run up the stairs to perform a play pose to That Guy and The Woman at exactly 7 a.m. and then run down the stairs very fast because, well, breakfast should always be served on time.

I Am Shiba. I Am Still The Immortal One.

The 47 Second Stay

2011-08-29T07:20:00.000-07:00

I was not aware that we were suppose to start and end the video. I have better things to do with my time than be a movie star.

I Am Shiba. I Needed To Check My Food Bowl.

Blowin' In The Wind

2011-08-25T06:21:00.000-07:00

It has been decided that since Belle-chan is in the process of blowing her coat, that during this weekend's Hurricane, The People are simply going to walk outside and hold her up in the wind until the loose fur is all gone.

Kind of like Nature's version of a good Dyson Vaccum.

I Am Shiba. I Am Not Going To Pee All Weekend.

Allow Me To Show You Around The New House

2011-08-21T07:08:00.001-07:00

I Am Shiba. I Am Ready To Start When You Are.

No Matter Where You Are

2011-08-18T16:26:00.001-07:00

There are always children who need to be adored.

I Am Shiba. You Have No Idea How Long It Took The Woman To Get Us Like This To Get This Picture.

North Carolina and Belle-chan

2011-08-10T09:35:00.000-07:00

Since the question has been asked, Belle-chan has arrived to North Carolina in a style that can only be considered as her own. Belle-chan came down to The New House about a week before me, and quickly made it clear that the Shibas are arriving.

Our household has already been reported to the leasing office as two friendly Labradors approached for a meet and greet, and she immediately put them in their place. She frequently tells off the Rottweiler that we see walking in the late evening. There are too many doors in the hallway and she can't figure out which one is the front door (which I add, I have already accomplished). She is very aware of the kitchen layout, and seldom misses any dropped food. As a result, The Child who is staying with us is usually followed by a Shiba wagging its tail.

Very uncouth behavior, in my humble opinion.

Her biggest issue is that she has yet to blow her coat but she has started. The warmer temperatures obviously took her by surprise so now she is dropping fur left and right. Belle-chan obviously did not research the environment and temperatures prior to her move, unlike myself who shed my coat before arriving.

I have a feeling it won't be coming back any time soon.

I am not sure North Carolina was ready for Belle-chan but Belle-chan is certainly ready to take on North Carolina.

I Am Shiba. We Arrive In Numbers.

Je suis arrivé

2011-08-06T16:01:00.000-07:00

I am now in Raleigh. There are many stories to tell of my travels between here and there, but at least I can now begin to discover what it means to be a "southern gentleman."

I Am Shiba. Thank God I Already Blew My Coat.

You Are Packing My Toys!

2011-07-17T18:44:00.000-07:00

Did I give permission for this?

This amuses me not. You are touching my things!

I don't want them in that box. No, I am pulling this toy out. I want it to ride in the car with me.

Give it back to me!

Hey! Don't push me toward my crate! No, this is wrong! I must protest!

You won't get away with this. As soon as you let me out of there, I am going to pee on the box that has my toys in it so that everyone knows that it is MINE!

I Am Shiba. Gonna Mark That Box Too, Because It Should Be Mine

Busy Times For Busy Dogs

2011-07-09T15:42:00.000-07:00

We have been busy.

The Woman and That Guy boarded us in a kennel for a week (a week can you believe??!!) as they looked around Raleigh to see what was available for two Shibas. They claim they found an awesome townhouse that all of us will be able to share. But still, a week in the kennel- I decided to blow my coat during that week- and now I look very very slim. The Woman says she is embarrassed to take me out.

July 4th, we Shibas joined that other household to play with kids, enjoy barbecue and enjoy the outdoors. It was a good time had by all. There was one child who was very different, very easily scared by any change so I took it upon myself to make sure he was always guarded. Okay, so I did not know that the person who came to pick him up was his mother but I was doing my job. Everyone present was impressed with the Shiba mellowness and acceptance of chaos (although I suspect that Belle-chan was just waiting for the door to be left open for a few minutes).

Lately, The People have been dealing with movers, real estate agents, and taking stuffs out of the house. Some things are definitely staying though, and it appears that we are going to be taking a road trip as we will all pile ourselves into a van and enjoy the trip down to Raleigh. This is apparently going to happen sometime soon so while we are a tad excited about seeing new places, we just want to make sure our stuff makes it down as well.

Just because we are not playing with that toy right now, doesn't mean we won't want to play with it later.

So while we are actively supervising the move, it is exhausting work to make sure that everyone is doing everything correctly.

I Am Shiba. Sometimes It Is Hard To Make Sure That Everything Is Perfect.

We Just Make Everything That Much Better

2011-06-20T04:45:00.000-07:00

The Woman has decided that when we move, she will probably return back to driving a pick-up truck or get a Jeep. She says that she misses having a pick-up truck, but thinks that Jeeps just look cool.

This was cemented into her mind this weekend, when she saw an older black Jeep, with this cover off, and next to the Man that was driving, was a Shiba.

A very happy Shiba.

I Am Shiba. We make The Good Life look Even Better.

What Do Shibas Really Do?

2011-06-09T13:13:00.000-07:00

We make small children very happy, even if they are not holding cheese.

I Am Shiba. I Am On A Mission From God.

The Joy, The Calling, The Love of a Service Dog

2011-06-02T10:42:00.000-07:00

A Picture is worth 1000 words, and this one leaves me speechless.

(Picture from Jean-Claude Van Damme's website (he rescues dogs from 3rd world countries and runs a rehabilitation center in Brussels).

I Am Shiba. I Get This.

Belle-chan, The Armchair Watch Dog

2011-05-23T04:29:00.001-07:00

So these guys are coming over to the house and fixing things. This is good, The Woman says, because this will make the house look better, even though Belle and I work hard at spreading all our fur around so the place has that "lived in" look to it.

Apparently, the lived in look is not what The Selling Woman wants us to have. So we have been instructed that we can not shed anymore.

Yeah, right, watch this shake!

There is this really cool guy, The Carpenter, who comes over and he takes away doors and adds new ones. This is nice because he has big boots that make a lot of noise, and by taking away doors, I get access to stuff that I did not have access to previously. I am very good at pulling things off shelves and making nice nests; last night, I discovered where all the towels and dish towels were and slept well until discovered.

So as he walks back and forth working, I like to follow him so that I can see what new thing he is doing next. Belle-chan, on the other hand, opts to sit comfortably in her chair and pretend like nothing is happening except for the moment that he walks by her chair- she will sit up and bark once.

Not a loud bark or an aggressive bark. More like a bark of "my serenity is being disturbed!" and then she immediately lays back down and resumes whatever thoughts her little fluffy head can hold on to at that moment. And this act repeats itself about every five minutes- she sits up, barks, and then resumes her previous posture of relaxation.

Belle-chan really wasn't even watching The Carpenter. She would just merely look up every now and then, and express her displeasure over his disturbance of her cosmic forces. But it was never more than one bark every five minutes; it was almost like she forgot that he was there half the time and then suddenly woke up and said, "omg, I have to like do something so it looks like I am busy!"

Bell-chan, the Armchair watch dog. Use only the required amount of energy necessary for any given situation.

I Am Shiba. I Follow What I Am Watching.

Well, It's Official

2011-05-17T19:31:00.000-07:00

The People are going to be packing everything up and moving me and Belle-chan down to North Carolina sometime this summer.

That Guy was able to get a new position in a new company so The Woman is going to stay behind and straighten out all their "affairs" which gives me and Belle-chan time to finally beat up on the Labrador retriever around the corner and show him that we *are* the rulers of this 'hood!

Then, after this really cool place we have lived sells, we are going to hop into a rental car, and take a trip down south to join that guy and live in this new place that supposedly does not have so much snow that it inconveniences my ability to eliminate for three seasons out of the year. Apparently there will be a terrace that we can bark and snub people from way up high, just like a shiba should.

I have also been told that I will most likely be retired as a therapy dog at the end of June. The Women thinks that I get too tired too fast trying to make everyone around me happy, and as a result, my legs end up hurting more. My face is recovering nicely, but my legs just aren't as young as they used to be. This bothers me because I can not participate in play activities that I love and with my new medication, I am energized and ready to go! but then I start to shake and everyone says, Time Out.

The medicine makes me feel better but my body is still two steps behind. Definitely frustrating. I feel like that guy on the tv show, House.

It is so unfair that this happens to me. I want to play and have fun. And now, I have to walk like an old man and act all old. Just have Belle-chan steal my greenie, and trust me, I don't act old at all!

So the next few months there will be many changes. First, that Guy is gonna leave which means that Belle-chan and I can sleep in the bedroom. Second, I am going to retire from my job, and The Woman is going to leave all her jobs. And then, we are going to travel south to join that Guy. Sounds confusing. Sounds chaotic. Sounds like we might be able to slip out the door and finally get that one damn chipmunk that we never were able to chase down.

He is still here.

We have seen him.

But in the meantime, the Woman says that there is way too much to do and That Guy is getting ready to packed out and head south.

As long as my kibble is delivered on time and I get a treat every time I pee in the backyard, everything else is just easy times.

But beware, Raleigh. We are on our way to take over a new land even if there are other shibas who think that they own that place.

We rule supreme.

I Am Shiba. I Am The Genghis Khan.

A Spoonful of Sugar

2011-05-10T19:02:00.000-07:00

not only doesn't help the medicine go down, but it also convinces me that it is time to run away really fast because I know that a pill is incoming.

I must say, though, that there is a notable change since I started taking the hypothyroidism medicine.

First, it appears that I have energy again. I am interested in many more things in my environment than just hanging out in my crate.

Second, I seemed to be losing weight so the people are going to increase my kibble for a little while! (woohoo, Belle-chan is jealous!)

Third the fur falling out on my face seems to be growing back so I no longer look like Heath Ledger playing the Joker. Although he was an Academy Award winning star, I don't think that The People were commenting on my acting skills. Although I am an excellent actor; I know exactly when to play the role of "I have no clue what you are talking about" particularly when that pill bottle appears.

It turns out that I had another ear infection also. The Woman tried to clean out my ears but it didn't help. I think my future will be more pills and ear drops. But, at least no one can claim that giving me my medicine is a boring process! I make it a two person event- a time for The Woman and That Guy to lovingly come together and join forces to see if they can outwit a 25 pound dog with the agility of a ninja!

I Am Shiba. I Like To Add A Little Excitement to Everyone's Day.

Shiba In Tolland Pound!

2011-04-30T08:18:00.001-07:00

The Woman nor I do not recognize this Shiba even though it was found very close to our home. She is well mannered and demonstrates many normal Shiba characteristics so it is apparent that she has been socialized and has been trained and housebroken.

It appears that she had been running wild for several days, before Animal Control was able to bring her into a safe place but she needs a new home. If you are interested, her adoption fee is $50 which included a voucher for Spay & shots. For more information, call Tolland Animal Control @ 860-871-3676. If you know who she is or who she belongs to, please also call.

I Am Shiba. A Lost Shiba Is An Unhappy Shiba.

The Return of The Puppy Cam

2011-04-25T17:41:00.000-07:00

Litter #3 is now alive and in full view.

Puppy Webcam

I Am Shiba. The Puppies Are Back!

Katan

2011-04-21T14:28:00.001-07:00

This is Katan. He is our area's most recent Shiba Inu addition, a nice red sesame who is enjoying his transition from a rural dog to an urban go getter.

He is a 4 year old male from Sundog Shibas. The People went to New Hampshire last weekend to help move him to a new family here. He is the first Shiba to ride in "the New Car," which did not impress me. He also took a ride in My Car, which also did not impress me.

Of course, just because there are four people admiring you, doesn't mean that you should be paying attention to them. Instead, there are always more interesting things to see outdoors.

Katan moved into his new house in about the same way that Belle moved into mine. He immediately took over a couch, identified several sleeping spots, and grabbed his own squeeky toy that he carries with him everywhere. He will be living comfortably as an only dog, well adored by a family that has been wanting a Shiba for some time. Of course, The Woman did the full questionnaire regarding their sanity since they wanted a Shiba but they passed with flying colors. They knew what they were getting into, and Katan immediately started to use his "cuteness" factor to achieve his status of worship.

Bored after too many pictures. These pictures were taken 5 days after Katan had arrived and started to settle into his new environment. There was no dog fur visible. Katan and I have walked together without difficulty, marking a few shrubberies along the way but otherwise, just enjoying the scenery. Katan had a quiet life up in Northern New Hampshire but it was time for him to become a pet. When The Woman heard that this family was seeking a Shiba, she knew that Katan would be the dog for them and while it took some time because of weather and planning to bring Katan here to my home town, he is now enjoying the status of a pampered pet. As every Shiba Inu should.

A boy and his Shiba.

I Am Shiba. As Long As He Knows I Am 1st In Command In This Town, All Is Well.

I Don't Want My Picture Taken

2011-04-09T06:03:00.001-07:00

I am guessing that this is why The Woman has me on L-Thyroxin Sodium .2 mg X 2 per day which does not amuse me in the least and sometimes she even gives me a Benadryl to stop me from scratching at my face because she does not want me to have the cone of Shame.

I am not amused.

I hate taking pills.

I hate feeling itchy.

I hate that stupid chipmunk who keeps escaping from me.

I don't feel sick. I am not acting sick but everyone seems to think that I am.

Pfooey to all of you.

I am fine.

Now, leave me alone while I go sulk in my crate.

I Am Shiba. I Don't Feel Handsome Right Now.

Well, The Blood Tests Are Back

2011-03-27T05:48:00.000-07:00

and I have Hypothyroidism to add to my list of ailments.

This means pills.

But it also means cheese.

I Am Shiba. Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

(note: an edit on the disease- The Woman wrote it backwards).

Shiba Rescue in Japan

2011-03-25T16:10:00.000-07:00

After careful consideration of examining a number of websites and their statistics of money vs. aid, etc., I recommended that The Woman donate to the following:

The Animal Miracle Foundation

Several follow-ups have proven that they are indeed working hard in the areas of devastation, as well as helping reunited families and dogs, as well as help with the evacuation of dogs and the removal of those who did not survive.

They were an instrumental force in Hurricane Katrina and they are once more proving their dedication to the health and welfare of both pets and pet owners once more.

If you feel uncomfortable donating to them, then I recommend donating to the Humane Society International as they are not bound by one country.

Overall, remember that supplies are needed as well as money. Please note on the Animal Miracle Foundation's website the types of supplies that they will benefit from. This includes large garbage bags, something that none of us really wants to think about.

I Am Shiba. The Woods Of Our Ancestors Are No More.

The First of Several Posts about Animal Rescue In Japan

2011-03-19T15:03:00.000-07:00

Both dogs were rescued and are in treatment.

I Am Shiba. Loyalty Is Loyalty.

FINALLY!

2011-03-13T08:33:00.000-07:00

I can now pee in the back yard without interference from snow. No longer to I have to blaze a trail to get to my favorite shrubbery. In fact, I can even find my favorite shrubbery now!

The weather is warm enough and the roads safe enough that we can ride once more in the car. The Woman even had it cleaned up just for us to mess up once again! During the past week, we have traveled to:

The Bank
The Park
The Regular Shopping Route
The Place Where The Woman Gets Paid
One of the Places That The Woman Works
One of the Places Where The Woman Used to Work
The Liquor Store (several times)
Our Local Pub (NACHOS!)

and overall be able to get out and about. It just feels good to feel the dirt under my paws and be able to find all my favorite pee spots once more, and know that life is good.

I Am Shiba. Life Is Good.

Plump Juicy Goodness

2011-02-24T06:27:00.000-08:00

in our back yard.

I want the Turkey
Plump Juicy Goodness near me
Damn the door and leash!

Turkeys in Branches
Where I like to Pee and Sniff
They nest in Needles

I want the Turkey
They are a slow Fat Birdie
Plump Juicy Goodness!

Damn the door and leash!

I Am Shiba. Haiku's Are Instinctual.

Shibas on LoLDawgs

2011-02-10T11:00:00.001-08:00

The path to the Dark side of the Force starts at an early age.

And we know that this *has* to be photoshopped.

I Am Shiba. It's Good When We Are Noticed.

There Are Issues

2011-02-01T15:48:00.001-08:00

Where am I suppose to pee?

I Am Shiba. This Is Starting to Get Difficult.

Awesomest Present

2011-01-27T08:13:00.001-08:00

The Woman's Mumther (or my Grandmumther) sent me the most awesomest toy for Christmas that finally arrived today (with all the snow and ice, mail delivery has been weird- or at least, I haven't been able to bark at our mailperson every day). This is an unstuffed squeaky toy and I like it so much that I sleep with it in my crate and carry it around the house with me. I definitely *do* *not* *like* when That Guy tries to take it away and play with it so I always take it back and put it in my sanctuary so that he can not touch it.

I Am Shiba. This New Toy Is Better Than A Bully Stick 'Cause Belle Doesn't Try To Steal It.

And The Snow Continues

2011-01-12T10:05:00.001-08:00

I Am Shiba of the Great Frontier. We Blaze Our Own Trails to Pee!

Dude, Where's My Car?

2011-01-12T06:46:00.001-08:00

I Am Shiba. And Just Where Am I Supposed To Pee Now?

And The Good News Of This Monday?

2011-01-10T03:35:00.000-08:00

We get to watch the SuperBowl at our House this year!

I Am Shiba. Go SeaHawks!

I Am Okay!

2011-01-08T10:13:00.000-08:00

It's just that The Woman has been very very busy and unable to keep up with all the correspondence that she has had to get out of the way. She promised me that this weekend that she would let everyone know that I was okay (for a Shiba) and surviving (although not enough treats) and still putting up with Belle (she is such a Barbie dog, it kills me!)

I am still doing dog therapy.
I am the master of my own backyard now!
Unfortunately, I sometimes fall down stairs so I am a single level dog now.
Otherwise, all is good.

Just The Woman is too damn busy!

I Am Shiba. Worry Not My Adoring Masses.

Michael Vicks Wants A Dog?

2010-12-18T19:33:00.000-08:00

"On August 24, 2007, Vick filed plea documents with the federal court. He pleaded guilty to "Conspiracy to Travel in Interstate Commerce in Aid of Unlawful Activities and to Sponsor a Dog in an animal Fighting Venture". He admitted to providing most of the financing for the operation and to participating directly in several dog fights in Virginia, Maryland, North Carolina and South Carolina. He admitted to sharing in the proceeds from these dog fights. He further admitted that he knew his colleagues killed several dogs who did not perform well. He admitted to being involved in the destruction of 6–8 dogs, by hanging or drowning. The "victimization and killing of pit bulls" was considered as aggravating circumstances that led prosecutors to exceed the federal sentencing guidelines for the charge. He denied placing any side bets on the dogfights."

"On December 10, Vick appeared in U.S. District Court in Richmond for sentencing. Judge Hudson said he was "convinced that it was not a momentary lack of judgment" on Vick's part, and that Vick was a "full partner" in the dog fighting ring, and he was sentenced to serve 23 months in federal prison. Hudson noted that, despite Vick's claims that he accepted responsibility for his actions, his failure to cooperate fully with federal officials, coupled with a failed drug test and a failed polygraph, showed that Vick had not accepted full responsibility for "promoting, funding and facilitating this cruel and inhumane sporting activity". Vick was assigned to United States Penitentiary, Leavenworth, a federal prison facility in Leavenworth, Kansas to serve his sentence."

"Vick - who was sentenced to 23 months in federal prison last Dec.10 for his role in bankrolling a dogfighting operation called "Bad Newz Kennels" on his Surry County (Va.) property and for killing some of the underperforming dogs - placed family pet dogs in the fighting ring as trained pit bulls and "caused major injuries" to the pets, according to a 17-page Department of Agriculture report released Friday. (November 21st, 2008 - New York Daily News)"

"He was released on probation in July 2009 after serving 19 months in custody. Part of Vick’s probation terms are that he not associate with his co-defendants or anyone convicted of a felony unless granted permission by his probation officer. In addition, Vick is prohibited from committing any crime, possessing a firearm, and possessing or consuming alcohol or drugs. Vick is also not allowed "to own, possess or be involved with the sale of any dog."

What part of his terms of release does he or the American Public not understand? These are not negotiable terms. Anyone convicted of canine abuse, whether it be hoarding, cruelty, abuse, or neglect, is given the exact same sentence- no ability to own, possess or be involved with the sale of any dog. Period. It's the exact same terms for anyone. Why is it that a Quarterback should be given an exemption to what every other felon endures as a result of their bad prior acts?

Owning a dog is a privilege, not a right. Like a drunk driver losing their license on the three strikes policy, it is part of the consequences of your decisions and actions (driving also being a privilege, not a right). Michael Vick chose to do what he did. He considered it a sport. He knew what he was doing was illegal, and he personally killed dogs that did not live up to his kennel's standards.

I spit in disgust when I use the term "kennel" to describe the conditions of what went on behind his house. It's a disgrace to any and all who take good care of their dogs and treat them with the respect that they deserve.

Charlie Sheen was recently quoted as saying that the way he keeps his life together now is by "keeping the plug in the jug." As a well-known party boy, for him to admit that drinking was the cause of his problems is a big step but his statement is true- for him to continue his path, he can not drink.

In the case of Michael Vick, I ask you this, would you trust him with your dog when this man used "pet breeds" to teach his dogs how to kill? I emphasize kill. Take a Shih Tzu, toss it in a ring with a pit bill, and just pray that the outcome is over fast for the sake of the smaller dog.

That is this man, Michael Vick.

Another part of Michael Vick's conviction was that he had to put up $1 million dollars to help house and pay for the rehabilitation of his dogs. Ironically, it was discovered that parts of his "donation" were illegally obtained through a dubious organization that he and several friends were running.

We domesticated dogs (cats just kind of moved in with us). We are responsible for making sure that they are properly cared for since we were the ones who invited them into our homes.

You can read about Michael Vick and his dogs in the book, "The Lost Dogs: Michael Vick's Dogs and Their Tales of Redemption" by Jim Gorant (who is a writer for Sports Illustrated). The book not only outlines the hideousness of what Michael Vick did, but also the strength and perseverance that a breed like the American and English Staffordshire Terriers (i.e., Pit Bulls) in overcoming the obstacles of their lives. Or, just go back and read the coverage that Sports Illustrated gave this illustrious star when his crimes were discovered. I believe that they gave him a fair shake in their articles.

And after you read all the facts, ask yourself: Do you think that we should make an exception for this well-paid superstar Quarterback and allow him to own a dog because that dog may help him to recover, despite the fact that it is a blatant violation of his terms of release and he should not suffer the consequences of his actions like every other convicted animal abuser?

Friday Morning-Yes Puppies Are Cute- Moment

2010-12-17T04:48:00.001-08:00

I Am Shiba. I Am Thinking I Need A Better Ghost Writer Because This Is Not About Me!

I May Be Showing My Age

2010-12-12T09:31:00.000-08:00

But I can still destroy stuff as well as those young Shiba pups!

I Am Shiba. With Age Is The Wisdom of True Destruction.

New Food!

2010-12-05T12:26:00.000-08:00

We have officially changed dog foods from California Natural to Taste of the Wild: Salmon kibble. The Woman states that she just doesn't want to purchase anything from Proctor and Gamble to feed us.

It tastes delightful but it appears that The People are unamused by the lingering salmon scent as we fart our way around the House.

I Am Shiba. Salmon is Good.

Wait A Minute . . .

2010-11-26T07:53:00.000-08:00

So, The Woman installed a gate to keep me out of the living room so that I would not pee on those delightful little corners.

So, yesterday, The People had friends over for the Holidays and sometime during the course of the evening, the small child feel asleep.

And wet his pants.

On the couch.

I Am Shiba. How Come Humans Can Pee On The Couch And I Can Not?

If The Eagles Make It To The Superbowl,

2010-11-22T04:49:00.000-08:00

There will be no party at my house, nor will The Household be watching it anywhere.

I, The Shiba, will not permit myself to see a glorified dog torturer reap glory because he happens to have a talent for throwing a football. He is a convicted felon. He should be always remembered as that.

Who is with me here?

I Am Shiba. I Have Spoken.

I Am The Prodigal Son

2010-11-21T06:52:00.000-08:00

One of the things that the Dog Trainer Person told The Woman and That Guy is that as winter comes, it would be easier on my hind legs if I learned to eliminate in the back yard rather than long walks with possibly icy areas.

Now note, for 7 years, I have only once pooed in the backyard and that was after the famous Shiba sickness moment after I completely cleaned up all the drippings from the turkey pan of Thanksgiving (we have all since learned our lessons after that one!) so there was going to be a challenge in place as to how to get me to learn to do this.

After all, I am Shiba, and as Dog 101 said, Looking for a dog easy to train? Keep on looking . . .

So The Woman set about on a mission and while it took about a month, it finally worked.

Belle-chan, of course, did it first and got all sorts of attention and praise. This is why she makes me so mad sometimes. She is cute, adorable, and sticks her tongue out at me when The Woman calls her a good girl.

Well, two can play this game, Missie!

While I still require finding the most perfect of spots so I take a little longer than Barbie Shiba, I have caught on to this idea that if I eliminate in the backyard in the morning, I not only get breakfast, but I get The Woman telling me how awesome I am and a special treat also! Breakfast, poo, awesomeness, and treats. What a great way to start the morning!!

That Guy is jealous though, cause The Woman apparently does not praise him for pooing in the morning. Maybe if he tried going outside . . .

I Am Shiba. I Am Talented and Gifted.

Belle

2010-11-13T14:29:00.000-08:00

Belle is not one to avoid comfort. The fact that she has been banished from the living room has been an inconvenience to say the least, since the couch and the chair are no longer available.

The leaves two places: the couch in The Woman's Room (pictures to come later) or the bed.

And then if the goose down cover is not enough, you can always add a pillow or two:

Belle is not one to give up luxury when it is available.

I Am Shiba. I Snooze In My Crate Unlike Some Shibas.

Today I Am 10!

2010-11-08T04:00:00.000-08:00

I Am Shiba. I Look Pretty Darn Good For An Old Man!

Wines For The Holidays

2010-11-04T13:46:00.000-07:00

Our favorite organization, the Fidelco Association, is offering a delicious selection of their wines for the holidays. The Woman has sampled most of them, and finds them satisfactory. We, of course, being organically oriented, are happy that they have chosen this route (as well as the wines are vegan which makes this Shiba wonder if there is like a "Beef" wine or maybe a "Salmon" wine).

Feel free to check out their website as the holidays are arriving and as The Woman often says, "She likes to cook with wine, and sometimes she even uses it in the meal."

Fidelco Wines

I Am Shiba. Next Stop, Googling Salmon Flavored Wine.

Jail!

2010-11-03T12:21:00.000-07:00

That Guy and The Woman have placed us in jail.

Since I discovered that it was far easier to pee on the furniture that overtly ask to go out, they discussed a variety of plans and eventually came up with this one.

So far, Belle-chan has not been able to figure out how to get over, around, or through it. That, in and of itself, is an accomplishment.

So we are now isolated away from all living room furniture unless The People are present to make sure that *I* don't make any mistakes (like they can prove it- Belle-chan did a few herself I know for a fact).

Belle-chan is upset that she lost access to the couch so a new couch was made for her in the Women's office and our blankets have all been moved in there. It is okay, but not as nice as the living room. Habitable at least.

But now That Guy doesn't worry about us being lose, and The Women isn't constantly cleaning up after me.

The only sad thing is that we don't get to bark at the mailman anymore.

I Am Shiba. I Miss Barking At The Mailman.

Again, The Woman Speaks

2010-10-30T06:24:00.000-07:00

When I was a little kid, I remember a cartoon. It was a story about a boy born with a round head in a world of people with pointy heads (narrated by Ringo Starr I think). But there was one point in the cartoon when the song, Me and My Arrow came out, and a particular scene stayed with me for years.

Me and My Arrow

(it takes a few seconds to load so be patient).

I have always kept an eye out for that "greatest dog in the world." Throughout my life, I have been blessed with many a good dog, but never The Greatest Dog In The World until my first Shiba Inu came into my life. From the moment the two of us met, it was obvious that we were to be buddies for life. Over time, he became an integral part of my life to where basically we were inseparable unless we absolutely had to be. My husband would tell me that there were nights that he would just sit there, staring at the front door, waiting for me to open it.

He is not an in your face kind of dog. He always stays at a distance and watches. He was dubbed by my Guardian by some wiser folks than me because while he is not standing assertively in front of me, keeping you away, he is always at a short distance, watching you, waiting, making sure that I am safe. He curls up at the entrance to my office and watches. He rides in the car and watches. He very very seldom barks. He moves silently, almost like a ninja.

He still works as a therapy dog and has this very unique skill of being able to lie next to very ill individuals, completely still, as they just slowly move their hand through his fur. He has been mauled by children, walked next to individuals bound to wheelchairs, and entertained an entire garden group of elderly women by finding a chipmunk and merrily chasing it through their stunning garden.

He is the dog I always dreamed of having. Seldom listening to a word I say, he insisted that every morning starts with a belly rub and a good breakfast, is a strong believer in harmony with the outdoors (he has picked up plastic bottles on hikes and brought them to me), and a true believer in the idea that sometimes you just have to take a break and enjoy the sunshine.

In late May, as I have mentioned, I started noticing problems with his hind legs and over the course of the summer, a variety of tests were done, but everything was inconclusive. Friday, in an amongst a variety of other things that happened, I provided another urine sample, and I get the call while at work regarding what is going on.

"Canine Degenerative Myelopathy: The disease is chronic and progressive, and can result in lameness in the animal and eventually may lead to extensive paralysis of the back legs. The animal could be crippled within a few months, or may survive up to 3 years. . . The disease usually manifests between the ages of seven and fourteen and initially affects the back legs and causes muscle weakness and loss, and lack of coordination. . ."

He has his good days and his bad days, like anyone. This morning when I took him out for his morning constitutional his spirits were very high but two days ago, he was having difficulties just moving around the house but I am slowly starting to prepare myself on how to make "the decision" regarding what to do with my best friend since there is no cure. I just get to merely watch him lose control of his hind legs and bodily functions. When people come over, I ask them to be careful with petting his back because sometimes he loses his balance.

Right now, he is lying on his blanket right next to the heater. Curled up into a tight little ball, he looks as good as the day that he moved into my home and heart. His coat is shiny and healthy. If I get up to leave, he will follow me and lie down in the hallway, until I return back to my computer. But no more long hikes with my old friend, just fun car rides and trips to the park whenever we can. I loved how this morning he placed his head on the bed with his nose right next to my face and made a snarfling noise to remind me that it was 7 a.m. and it was time for him to be fed.

It was 7:03. He had impatiently waited three minutes.

I talk about him now because I know when the day does come, I won't be able to speak of it. I will be meditating in a manner, hoping that he finds his ancestors of years past, and is able to once more be the dignified Japanese dog that he still is.

Stupid Cat

2010-10-24T05:49:00.000-07:00

The Woman recently found out that two of the most common reasons for emergency trips to the vet are:

1. Mishaps during the clipping of a dog's nails (Shiba's not excluded)

2. Mishaps while attempting to groom your animal at home using a brush, a pair of scissors and praying that the animal remain docile while you are watching a movie.

At the precise moment that The Woman decided to clip a large snarl of fur, Filou decided to roll over on her belly and ask for a rub. This resulted in nicking the skin and much to The Woman's surprise and aghast, her skin unzipped as easily as a nice fitting pair of jeans.

So some emergency home remedies were used, but it was apparent that by the next morning, an emergency trip to the vet was required for stitches and a shaving. Filou is in fine shape and excellent spirits but Belle has been banned from playing with her in order to ensure that the wound heals properly. It's cute to watch Belle stamp her little feet when she does not get to go downstairs to play with her kitty.

That Guy pointed out that in June, July, August and September of this year, for one reason or another, we spent around $100 at the vet. Filou's bill? $97.00. That Guy says we should just automatically send $100 a month to the vet from now on because it's gonna happen one way or another.

Well, it was obviously Filou's turn to go.

I Am Shiba. Better The Cat Than Me!

The Woman's Friend's Puppy

2010-10-21T07:17:00.000-07:00

A friend of The Woman lost their German Shepard/Rottweiler mix this summer. She was 14 and he was very sad.

But during this October, Adopt a Rescue Month, he found a littler of German Shepard/Rottweiler mix puppies available in a nearby city, and he went and found one that he really liked, and she now has a new home and is devouring his shoe laces regularly.

Today, The Woman Spoke to her friend on the phone, and asked him how things were going. He said that he was walking his new puppy on the leash around his house. How is that going, she asked?

He said, "It's like walking a balloon on a string in a windstorm."

I Am Shiba. We Have All Been There, Done That, Have The Leash To Prove It.

LOLDogs, Part 2

2010-10-19T07:59:00.000-07:00

You do realize that since this is a Shiba, that what he has done or is currently doing is not what you intentionally intended that pot to be used for.

I Am Shiba. We Know How To Garden.

What Do We Shibas Really Think Of You People?

2010-10-12T11:58:00.001-07:00

This is how I felt the other day while The Woman and I were out walking.

I Am Shiba. Call Me A Corgi Once More, and I Will Pee on Your Leg.

As Autumn Arrives

2010-10-05T04:46:00.000-07:00

The Woman is going crazy with school but it looks like her and That Guy have finally worked out a schedule where I get let outside more frequently and walked at least once a day.

There is still one chipmunk living in the yard. He keeps hiding in the rain gutters so Belle and I seek and destroy. Someday, The People are just gonna have to get new gutters 'cause these are not looking very good anymore.

But I know that he is there! And I will win!!

Alas, other than that, our lives are fairly consistent with periodic visits to the park and local pub.

And so far, no household mistakes for a month!

How Quickly They Forget

2010-09-27T00:49:00.000-07:00

But I have not forgotten.

August 14, 2009

September 22, 2010

No dog (nor person) should ever forget what happened. In one year, he went from Hide Your Dogs to "Top Dog." It's an insult to all of us of the canine species.

I Am Shiba. Never Forget.

A Study of Shiba Ears

2010-09-19T08:50:00.000-07:00

On a recent trip to the beach, I noticed how much Cortez and Belle use their ears as they take in their surroundings.

Here I made the mistake of reaching out to pet him, disturbing his meditation. Sorry, my friend.

But this one of Belle's sums up her personality perfectly. It truly is all about her.

And this one of Cortez, perfect. Never overly excited but always ready, always interested.

They Are Shibas. And I Adore Them Both.

Splash!

2010-09-15T07:15:00.001-07:00

Recently we had another dog Kersplash so that we could continue to raise awareness of how happy dogs need a happy place to play. This is the organization that ran it. It is the same organization that also ran the Taste of Manchester for which I volunteered my time and graced the event with the presence of "all that is Shiba."

This is the organization for which I do my dog therapy. The woman in the center is our fearless leader. See that man on the far right? That is a killer chihuahua that he holds in his hand. See that beagle in the center left? That is Peanut. She is pretty cool.

This is Chip. He is one of the Training Dogs for our Therapy Team. He will push you over in order to get petted and is way too happy for his own good.

The next three pictures are just dogs being dogs having fun on an absolutely gorgeous New England Day. Please notice the high number of Labradors. I guess that they really are the number one dog in America.

There are few things that dogs ask for. A nice bowl of kibble. A comfortable place to sleep. The opportunity to have fun, by whatever means they define it.

I personally disdain getting my toes wet so my fun was merely mocking the idiots who do.

I Am Shiba. Dogs, They Want To Have Fun.

The Dynamic Duo

2010-09-11T20:49:00.000-07:00

I Am Shiba. We Make Batman and Robin Look Silly.

Well, It's Official.

2010-09-02T06:34:00.001-07:00

I am starting to get old.

The Woman has noticed subtle changes in my abilities- and some not so subtle. Like, I now have to poo every day, and I need to be let out more often to pee (or else the ottoman has that perfect corner for me to use). My legs shake if I exercise too much, and I seem to tire more easily.

And I am only almost ten years old. That is not old for a Shiba at all!

The Woman, of course, took me to the Vet and had a battery of tests done to make sure I was okay since I was peeing in the house. Outside of a mild creatinine level increase, I am healthy but you can now feel my open ribs and my pelvis even though I am still a healthy 27 pounds. My appetite is good and overall my attitude is positive. Well, its a positive Shiba attitude.

It's just that my pride of being able to hold it for 2 days is no longer something I can brag about. My muscles in my hind legs and back are slowly starting to break down. The muscles that help control my bodily functions are slowly getting weaker. The animal behaviorist who came to our house last night (the Lady who tortures me by making me obey commands and learn new things even though I don't want to!) commented that she can see the change in my appearance. That while I still look like an amazing Shiba, she can feel the differences of my muscles and gave The Woman some examples of massaging exercises to help me feel better as well as talk with The People about how to handle my apparent health changes.

So The People having been working on a schedule of attempting to get me out doors and keeping me away from the Ottoman. The stress is routine- me knowing that I will be let out at these times and walked at these times- and with both of them now fully back into work and life, it's going to take some effort. I feel bad for both of them. That Guy is frustrated because he really doesn't like me peeing on the furniture and The Woman is sad because she doesn't want to accept that I am getting older.

Belle, in the meantime, just bounces around everywhere, having a good time continuing to dominate and police the neighborhood.

But since about Memorial Weekend and now we are heading into Labor Day weekend, everyone is slowly starting to accept that while I am the same Shiba that I have always been, I just now need a little more extra attention than I needed before. It's hard for all of us because while I have my sense of pride and the difficulty of admitting that I have been making mistakes, The People are starting to have to work harder at coordinating their lives which now have to revolve around mine.

Which is how it should have been in the first place, anyway.

I Am Shiba. I Am Still Master Of My Domain!

Road Trip!

2010-08-30T05:41:00.000-07:00

omgomgomgomgomg- its like early in the morning and the People are awake. And they put our special collars on us which means only one thing- ROAD TRIP!

(The Special collars are the ones that we wear when we are leaving the house to go beyond just a walk around the neighborhood. Usually, these collars = ride in car = something really cool is about to happen).

So, we get all excited and chase each other around the house while wearing our collars and the People are getting ready, and sure enough, we are tossed into the back of the cool car to travel in (the one we really don't get to mess up with our fur) and we hit the road.

It was a beautiful day for a car ride with lots of stops so that we can sniff and pee.

200 miles later, we find our destination which happens to involve meeting lots of really cool new people and . . .

Fried clams.

I had never met a fried clam before but it turns out that they are quite good. In fact, I would rate them within the top 5 foods- very close to cheese and hot dogs.

We were very tired for the return trip, sleeping most of the way in the well air-conditioned car while enjoying a few beams of sunlight. And this is when I hear The Woman turn to That Guy and say,

"I wonder if either of our dogs have shellfish allergies?"

Guess not, I say with a smile.

I Am Shiba. I Am Always Ready For A Road Trip.

We Are The Abused

2010-08-23T06:49:00.000-07:00

I Am Shiba. This Is A Definite Case of the Mondays.

A Tale of Two Bunnies

2010-08-19T14:12:00.000-07:00

Or maybe three, depending on how you look at it?

So, the other day, we were hanging out at a house where some of The People's friends live. It was nice. They were barbecuing. The wife likes us because we are generally quiet and mellow (she is not really a canine person) and all was well with the world. It was a sunny day. There were hot dogs to be eaten.

And there was a bunny in the open area back yard.

So The Woman thinks, ah, this will be fun and unhooks Belle from chain and slowly she leads her over to where the Bunny is. Belle sees nothing for a bit, and then all of the sudden, she stops, and you can tell, she has caught the scent of the unmoving large eared rodent hiding in the spruce trees. The Woman releases and says, get it, and Belle is off like a shot - with bunny running up ahead.

Now, this plan was not entirely thought through on one major issue. In this well constructed, all houses are identical unfenced neighborhood, there are a lot of really nicely well planted flower gardens that I am sure are annuals and not perineals so they probably cost some money and plenty of time to plant.

Belle and Bunny plowed through at least three of these very exotic, well maintained flowery abysses, before heading back into the fields behind the house. Bunny dives into hole, Belle stands there asking where her Bunny went, and The Woman returns Belle back to the chain.

Fast Forward 2 hours.

Now there are two bunnies hiding in the spruce trees so The Woman thinks, aha, one for each Shiba! So she lets us loose into the field, and we catch their scent and the chase is on!

All of the sudden, I veer off to the left and run behind a house. Belle stops cold, and turns and looks at me. She barks and stamps her little feet but I have found something cooler than bunnies.

I found a soccer ball!

I Am Shiba. Priorities Are A Must.

Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?

2010-08-15T15:07:00.000-07:00

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
(Dog Trainer Version)

Pavlov: we fed the chicken on the opposite side of the road each day at 4 p.m. until the
chicken's autonomic system actually began causing the chicken to cross the road at 4 p.m. without even questioning the why.

B.F. Skinner: on prior occasions when the chicken voluntarily crossed the road, this behavior was followed immediately by a reinforcing consequence.

Cesar Milan: I bullied, chased, poked, and intimidated the chicken until it raced across the road, because I am a strong leader…

Barbara Woodhouse: You just say, Walkies with the right accent and place a crumpet on the other side of the road…

Karen Pryor (Clicker Training): by associating R+ with road crossing and P+ with standing still, with a VR schedule, and offering a reward in keeping with the Premack principle, we increased the intensity and frequency of the road crossing behavior.

Bill Koehler: a few well-timed pops on the choke chain and the chicken was happy to cross the road.

Nicholas Dodman : I gave the chicken fluoxetine, sertraline, paroxetine, carbamazepine, and azapirone and then it was happy to cross the road.

Patti Ruzzo: I crossed the road, pausing every step to spit a treat out of my mouth like a human pez dispenser and the chicken followed along catching the treats.

Victoria Stilwell: So what if the chicken crossed the road, who cares where the chicken went ... the bigger issue is do these pants make me bum look fat?

Connie Cleveland: Because chickens are problem solvers

Diane Bauman: We put turtles on the road and made sure the chicken was well proofed in crossing it between the turtles

Bobbi Anderson: I am the primary motivator for the chicken crossing the road as I am all things FUN! The chicken tried to cross back over the road. I walked up to it and said in my most shocked voice, "WHAT are YOU DOING??? I said, CROSS THE ROAD", then I acted crazy and started squealing and running around like a chicken with its head cut off and the chicken came back to me because I am FUN and interesting!

Susan Garrett: I taught the chicken a motivational tug and it happily tugged across the road

Blanche Saunders-Forward! Say heel and jerk the leash! If the chicken lags, jerk forward, if the chicken gets distracted use a series of short snappy jerks. When you get to the other side cuff him before he sits and if the chicken sits crooked cuff it again

Electric Collar Advocate: whenever the chicken does not cross the road I give it an electric shock. But do not worry, the shock is no more than you would feel if you walked on a carpet wearing socks and it does not bother the chicken at all. The feathers standing up and the smell of burning flesh mean nothing. In fact, they are happier having nice clear communication than they would be otherwise. (and we all know how much Shibas respond to shock collars!)

Purely Positive trainer: chickens are just like little people in feather jackets, and if you love them and give them diamonds and feel sorry for them all the time, they will be happy to cross the road for you.

Paris Hilton: Because I put it in a Gucci bag and carried it.

Shelter director: Any chickens that do not cross the road will be euthanized for their own good, and the others we will adopt out tomorrow for only $200 each. Please send us money so we can keep doing more of this important work!

HSUS member: I do not know anything about animals, I have never been around animals and am not really fond of animals, but we passed a law mandating that chickens be kept without cages because animals belong only in the wild and cannot be happy coexisting with man, so now they are walking wherever they want.

PETA member: chickens have the right to live in a world without roads. Any chicken that lives within a hundred miles of a road is suffering an inhumane existence and might eventually be hit by a car so we should kill it today to ensure that it does not die tomorrow.

Pizza Crusts

2010-08-05T21:40:00.000-07:00

The Woman ordered Pizza today.

We are very happy.

I Am Shiba. Cheesy Pizza crusts > *.

Belle and the Pizza Delivery Guy

2010-08-02T05:34:00.000-07:00

Pizza is one of those amazing foods that every now and then just mysteriously appears in the house. At some point, usually late in the evening, the doorbell rings and there is a stranger holding a box of this delicious smelly goodness. This is a good moment in the life of the Shiba.

Why?

Because I get to claim the Pizza Crusts. Well, I used to be able to claim all the Pizza Crusts until Belle moved in and now I have to share my minuscule amount of crunchy goodness with her.

Either it's that, or The People need to order bigger Pizzas.

So, the other day we were out patrolling our neighborhood when a car pulled up in front of us that had the word Pizza written on top of it. Heck, I did not even need to see the word Pizza, I knew that there was Pizza inside that car because I could smell the Pizza inside the car.

And so could Belle.

So out jumps the young lad and up jumps Belle attempting to grab the Pizza box from his hands. The young lad laughed as he walked to the door that was not our house and had the audacity to leave the Pizza there and not bring it to our abode.

Belle literally stood there, barking at the young lad, stamping her little feet. That was obviously our Pizza. It was in our territory. It was brought out in front of us. It was a priceless gift that was obviously to be presented to us while on our walk so that we might have a savory treat before returning home.

But such is not life.

So when the Pizza Boy came back to his car and opened the door, Belle took a moment to jump in and see if there were any other Pizzas in the car. Sadly there were not as I stood there trying to find one as The Woman was removing the Pizza-hunting Furball from the Vehicle of Ultimate Goodness.

Fortunately apologies and humor abounded while young Pizza Boy drove off into the sunset with his Pizza Carriage. Belle sat and watched until he was no longer visible on the horizon and then, snuffed a deep sigh and slowly followed us back to the house.

What was worse, was that upon arriving home, The People did not even call for the Pizza Boy to come visit us.

It was a very depressing evening for all.

I Am Shiba. I Want What I Want When I Want It.

Belle and The Neighborhood

2010-07-31T07:02:00.000-07:00

As Belle continues to live within our household, there are several interesting things that need to be noted.

First and foremost, she is extremely territorial. One day, she stood on the sidewalk of a house when the couple who owned the house were returning home from their walk, and refused to let them get around her. Think a small fuzzy Gandalf saying "you shall not pass!" But Belle has gotten smarter the longer she lives here, and started to realize who goes with what house so these types of incidents have significantly reduced, although not extinguished because . . .

Secondly, Belle loves the children in our neighborhood. Nothing pleases her more than to have three or four small children running their hands over her body. She wags her tail and is very happy to see them. But if there is a strange adult around who normally is not seen within our neighborhood, she will actually move the children behind her, and raise hackles and growl at this unknown stranger. Could be an aunt or an uncle visiting. Not her concern. To her, this is someone near *her* children, and she must protect what is part of her domain.

Finally, Belle loves to lick. She will lick the children as they pet her; she likes to lick people's hands or feet. Belle enjoys tasting people.

So yesterday we were out walking and one of the children spotted us through his window and made his mother bring him outside to see the doggies. Now, children all have their own idiosyncrasies and as 2.5 year old, this child had made the decision today that he was not going to wear pants or underwear. Today was this child's day to let it all "be free" so to speak. So, Belle recognizes Mom (this is good), Belle enthusiastically greets child (this is good) and Belle starts to lick (now, this could get interesting).

It was with great care that The Woman guided Belle while Mom guided her child. Belle's nose was at the same height for a potential licking fest at what could be conceived as an amazingly inappropriate action. I myself get scolded if I spend too much time cleaning myself there or make too much slurpy sounds (it appears that one is not suppose to clean oneself during a dinner party). But no harm, no foul. Belle's enthusiasm for seeing her friend was contained appropriately and all parties breathed a sigh of relief as the child ran over to the neighbor's house to say "hi" to all his friends there.

I Am Shiba. Next Up, How Belle Almost Took Down A Pizza Delivery Boy.

Catch!

2010-07-22T08:52:00.000-07:00

What They Learned The Hard Way

2010-07-17T04:47:00.000-07:00

Apparently, there has been some discussion on Dogster and on the Inu Baka blog about what humans have learned about dogs the hard way. Allow me to point out that it hasn't been exactly easy for me to train any one in this household either and often times, I have had to use extreme measures to teach them life long lessons.

For example:

1. I might like turkey. I might like turkey drippings but giving me the whole pan to clean up is one of the seven deadly sins -- gluttony. After many carpet mistakes and late night outside emergencies, The People now know better.

2. The Cat is a Large Squirrel, no matter what those People say. I just can't help myself to not chase it.

3. I can say quite a bit with my eyes. Like when I want to go outside, I will look at the door and look at you. Um, hello. I am talking to you. If you choose to ignore me, I shall go to my favorite spot on the carpet and let you know that you missed my message.

4. Tying into this, I may not poo in my backyard because I think that this is distasteful but the living room carpet right next to the television is not part of the backyard.

5. On the continued subject of pooing, where and when I choose to poo is my decision and only my decision. It's not for you to get all upset about or exasperated because I did or I did not or I thought that the spot over there was better than here and then had to go back over here because maybe this spot really was better, or maybe not. As The People, it's not your job to get all concerned about this. It's my job to worry about when and where I will go.

6. I am a male dog. I need to read every email on the walk and leave a few for others. Cope.

7. Speaking of walks, the walk is a time for both of us to share each others company and enjoy whatever weather is happening. Wrong. The walks are all about me. I need to catch up on everything that is happening in my kingdom and this takes time. Don't think that this is all about power walking or your exercise program or anything like that. It's about me. And Belle seems to think it is about her too, but really, it's about me. She at least knows how to pee on command in the backyard while I look for the best of the neighborhood shrubberies to destroy.

8. A wise man once said to The Woman, if you live with your dog, your dog learns to live with you. That should be the motto of every household.

9. The best command in the world is Leave It. I understand this command perfectly. It applies to the flattened squirrel in the middle of the busy intersection to the insane yappy dog on the flexilead who thinks its his right to smell my butt. Leave It means walk away. Sometimes, I don't always know when to do this and rather than being jerked around on a chain, to hear those words and then followed by "Good Boy" and a nice pet, I can carry my tail high knowing that I did the right thing.

With dogs, like small children, just Keep It Simple.

10. No one is a perfect pet owner although some are better than others. Mine, even six years later, still require training. But the important thing to realize is that I am a dog, I am your dog, and although I may ignore you 90% of the time, I do like you.

11. Every dog is different so don't think that Belle is going to do something because I do it and vice versa. Belle thinks that the world revolves around her and she gets on the furniture. I don't get on the furniture and I know that the world revolves around me.

12. Fish oil and salmon are tasty and good for our coats so share that salmon that is sitting on the counter. You know you want us looking our best.

I Am Shiba. You Have To Be Patient With Your People.

Nothing Says Style Like A Shiba

2010-07-12T05:21:00.000-07:00

I Am Shiba. We Know How To Look Good.

Bartl

2010-07-09T13:03:00.000-07:00

This is Bartl. He was a littermate to the dogs that I use to try to beat up all the time. He was a dog who this morning, passed away from a lung cancer. Unfortunately, search and rescue dogs go places that have hazardous chemicals and contaminants. They die before they are supposed to.

He was the only certified civilian cadaver trained dogs in the Bay State Area. He traveled all over the country to help people. He was fearless and would often tread where humans were afraid to go.

The world is now an emptier place.

I Am Shiba. Rest In Peace, Good Boy.

100 degrees

2010-07-06T09:00:00.000-07:00

Yup. 100 degrees.

The Woman walked us at 5 a.m. so that we could do our business before the heat started.

Even in the coolness of the house, we are not moving.

And Belle is still shedding.

I Am Shiba. Just Cover Me In Ice Cubes and Call Me In The Morning.

We Are Still Shedding!

2010-06-29T11:07:00.000-07:00

So The Woman tricked us into the backyard and gave us both baths!

It was horrible- horrible I tell you- because my paws got wet.

The back patio is filled with wet dog fur.

The house now has that lovely aroma of "Ode du Canine."

The Woman is considering getting us shaved because we still have more fur coming off.

I Am Shiba. But You Loved Our Furry Coats In The Winter!

Dog Fur

2010-06-27T10:51:00.001-07:00

Yesterday, The Woman brushed an entire bag full of our fur.

Today, there is still more.

Belle and I both look like we have mange.

I Am Shiba. She May Have Won The Battle But We Are Winning the War.

2010-06-24T02:24:00.001-07:00

17 pounds, 10.5 years.

27 lbs. 9 .5 years.

Kinda hard to believe that the two of us are basically around 10-11 years old.

I Am Shiba. We Look Marvelous.

What Does A Shiba Do In 80F?

2010-06-21T06:01:00.000-07:00

We shed!

Lots!

We make you vacuum more than you have vacuumed all year.

We make people stop you on the street and ask if we have mange.

You brush us, and this only makes it worse. You think you are done. We wander off and shake in a patch of sunlight. Fur flies in every direction.

You can't have people over for dinner. You are afraid of where our fur might end up. Forget about their clothes; you are worried about the spaghetti.

There are dust bunnies in places you never dreamed of looking.

There are dust bunnies sitting in the middle of the kitchen that you clean up at least three times in the last hour.

You can tell what we have done and where we have been. There are patches of fur on everything. Doing laundry is a nightmare. The drier can't get all the fur off your clothes.

And then this morning, it starts all over again.

I Am Shiba. Remember, You Love Us When We Are Cute And Fuzzy.

Failing Cesar Milan's Lesson Number One

2010-06-14T16:07:00.001-07:00

Um, sorry, but we go through the door first. Must check for squirrels, chipmunks, and any other dangers before we let you through the door.

I Am Shiba. Last One Out Is A Rotten Egg.

Shibas on Dogs 101!

2010-06-10T03:52:00.000-07:00

Shibas on Dog 101!!

Join the bandwagon and let them know the superiority of the Inu over all other dogs! The Woman has already written a brief letter; I look forward to hearing what everyone else will say! Also go to Dogster and check out what everyone else is doing to say such wonderful things about us while we shed all over the furniture!

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This was forwarded to me from a friend on the Shiba Network- Masako and Winnie, and she asked for responses.

First and foremost, let me state that both my husband and I watch and enjoy Dogs 101 (and Cats 101).

Second, just the other day, we were watching and the Poodle was featured. Your program stated that these dogs were intelligent and eager to please. I turned to my husband and said, What will they say about the Shiba Inu? Intelligent and not eager to please?

The Shiba will be a difficult dog to summarize in under ten minutes but it will be entertaining. I know of a shiba agility kennel in New Hampshire - http://shibas.nozomifarm.com/ - who are more than helpful in talking about working with such an independent breed that needs to keep busy and is a natural as an active or a couch potato. I have one of their retired agility dogs and she is more of a handful than my other shiba- who happens to be a working therapy dog. The agility dog was trained to think and figure things out, and she does. She knows exactly how far to push every rule in the house and not get into trouble. Shibas don't relish attention- they need to be adored like Gods and then they give themselves to you like a blessing from Buddha himself. For five minutes. And then they go off to do whatever they feel like until they hear a cheese packet open up.

You have to mention the importance of socialization with humans and other dogs. The expression that we use among shibas is that they may not start the fight but they will end it. But all shiba people will tell you- you have to socialize your dog *all*the*time* or else you will have an overly determined dog who is not much fun to take anywhere.

But for human interest stories, almost anyone who owns a shiba can tell you something about how their shiba did something that completely embarrassed them, despite all the years of training and socialization that we give them. Feel free to puruse my blog for some examples, and there are links to other shiba blogs as well- The Misanthropic Shiba being the most famous.

But thank you for giving our breed its day on your show. I truly hope that you mention also that there is a serious shedding issue at least twice a year also. And include a commercial for Dyson vacuum cleaners because all Shiba owners have $500 vacuum cleaners because they are the only thing that works.

Sincerely,

Christine Gilbert
The Blog of the Shiba: http://i-am-shiba.blogspot.com/

/Sigh The Return of the Medicine

2010-06-07T03:35:00.000-07:00

The Woman is taking no chances this time. She says that both of my ears are smelly and dark gunk in them.

She also says that I have that cock-eared look again, hardly a look of dignity for a Shiba Inu.

But I don't like ear drops! So I make sure that She and That Guy both have to participate and Belle pokes her nose in my face and makes fun of me. My amusement wanes. But we do get nice treats afterward and I am most certain that my treat is bigger than Belles.

I Am Shiba. Greenies > *.

Camp Shiba

2010-06-05T06:34:00.001-07:00

This was the backyard where we got to hang out for Memorial Weekend. One acre entirely fenced in where we could run, hunt, and overall enjoy ourselves. It was awesome!

Unfortunately, we did not play well with the other dogs so there was lots of rotating dogs in and out of the yard but when I was there, I ruled as King!

I can never tell if Belle is showing off or just has never forgotten all her agility training.

However, she is very good at finding rodents which made the weekend that much more entertaining!

I, of course, had to make sure that all those other dogs knew that I was here!

It was a great country vacation for those of us Shibas who lead urban lives. We had so much fun running around that by the end of the evening, my legs actually shook from tiredness.

4 hours up and back, but worth every minute.

I Am Shiba. Life Is Good.

Adventure Incoming!

2010-05-26T16:38:00.000-07:00

I have been told that we are heading to Northern Vermont to visit friends this weekend.

I am very excited.

The People are even bringing Belle, and have implemented all sorts of plans regarding Diva vs. Diva dog problems.

Photos and story incoming after this weekend.

I Am Shiba. They Rented an Air-Conditioned SUV Just For My Comfort.

Today on Dog 101

2010-05-22T11:05:00.001-07:00

The hosts discussed the breed "The Poodle." They were described as as intelligent and eager to please.

So like, when they get around to talking about the Shiba, are we going to be described as intelligent and not eager to please?

I Am Shiba. What's In It For Me?

Update Time

2010-05-19T10:35:00.000-07:00

Well, I have been a busy Shiba.

First, for all concerned parties, my ear is rapidly getting better. It turns out that it was decided that I probably had the ear infection for longer before The Woman noticed. Stoic was the word used to describe me and how I handle issues in my life so most likely the infection was really bad by the time I bothered to mention that maybe I needed to see the vet. But while they are still putting that gross gooey stuff in my ear, I am no longer cock-eared and I now look at the world with two ears erect and forward.

Second, we accomplished our walk for Fidelco, although I still was not feeling 100% better so I was a bit peevish at other dogs that got in my space or tried to sniff my ear. So me, The Woman and That Guy found a spot where we could walk on our own without other dogs. With everyone's donations, we brought in $642.00. I was just told recently that a good service dog can cost upwards of $20,000 so I am feeling pretty darn good about our single accomplishment. We got donations from all over the place, from other countries in fact!, from the military and poor nursing students, from people The Woman used to work with, from family and friends, the Shiba Network, and political affiliations who The Woman loves to argue with but politics, breed, job, ideals- none of this matter when it comes to helping someone without sight find a new life with the help of a dog, and nothing feels better than when a dog and their person feel that connection.

Third, last night I participated in MDoG's, the Taste of Manchester. I was not the dog that was not supposed to be there. But The Woman volunteered to stamp passes at our favorite pub and it was pouring rain outside so we were invited inside. I, of course, was a success as was the event. I am well known by the crowd who hangs at this establishment and all the visitors were fascinated by my calm demeanor and overall royal presence to the event. I laid calmly at her feet, accepting attentions and affections as they were offered and even got some belly rubs out of the event. We saw many people that we knew from walks, other establishments where I have traveled (like where The Woman goes to buy paint!) and eeek!, there were people from the Vet's there! But fortunately, they were not working. The Guy joined us about half way through and helped The Woman stamp passes. There were so many people attending that it was hard for her to keep up!

Now Belle stayed home for all these events. It was decided that she might be a tad "excited" by all the attention, and everyone (including me) that I was a better choice for the public. Everyone kept telling us, Oh, I so badly want one of these dogs, and The Woman kept stating that I was the exception and not the rule (which I interpret as that I am exceptional and I rule!) But overall, I have been busy making public appearances. Fortunately, I will have some time off from having to interact with the masses during the next few days and can rest and relax.

Sometimes being an icon is a tough job.

I Am Shiba. I Believe In Performing Civic Duties.

Well-Behaved Shibas

2010-05-16T06:27:00.000-07:00

I Am Shiba. As Long As You Don't Touch My Pig Ear, I Won't Touch Yours.

Feeling Better!

2010-05-15T10:24:00.000-07:00

Got some gooey stuff for my ear. I don't like the gooey stuff. It makes my fur look gooey.

I still cock it to the side every now and then, and whine to let The Woman know that I am not a happy camper but she says it does not smell as bad, and that it is improving.

I am not sure if I believe her, but I did get salmon in my dinner last night so I really don't care.

I Am Shiba. I Am On The Road To Recovery.

Note: The Woman Speaks: Cortez must have been in a great deal of pain because when the vet attempted to examine him, for the first time ever, he attempted to bite (and we are not talking a gentle nip; impact would have broken skin, I have no doubt). Sadly, he wouldn't stay calm with me holding him and we ended up having to muzzle him. It broke my heart because while I knew he was in pain because of his whining (he never complains), he has never gone psycho like he did at the vets that day so he had to be in a lot of pain. And the vet we use is top notch.

It was diagnosed as a yeast infection with bacteria as well. I have no idea how he got it because it is not like I have bathed him recently or he has even gone near water. I guess it was just one of those things that happen so I also got from the vet some ear cleaning solution that I can use on him and Belle about once a month that is not dangerous since BOTH of them have had ear infections in the last year.

But he is definitely feeling better although he is still somewhat cock-eared. And I am not sure which is harder; giving him a pill or putting in the ear medicine.

I Am Sick

2010-05-13T05:45:00.000-07:00

I have an ear infection.

My ear is hot and The Woman tried cleaning it yesterday. It smelled really yucky.

I keep shaking my head and scratching and whining so she ended up giving me some of the doggie anxiety pills she keeps around so that I would relax and sleep.

I just look at her and whine with my head cocked.

I don't know why this happening to me. I am undeserving of this type of interference in my life.

I Am Shiba. I Go To The Doctor At 10 AM.

Cuteness Personified

2010-05-09T07:44:00.000-07:00

Unless You Are The Lead Dog

2010-05-08T06:35:00.001-07:00

The scenery never changes.

I Am Shiba. I Am A Leader, Not A Follower.

The Idiot's Guide to Living With A Shiba

2010-05-01T05:56:00.000-07:00

It really is quite simple.

Your life revolves around me, not vice versa. You shall attend to my needs as I require and you shall respond with pleasure to any of my demands.

If I stick my nose in your face at 2 am, you shall eagerly leave your warm bed. Sorry, I was just pretending that I needed to be let outside. I really didn't need to go outside. I just wanted to feel the breeze against my face.

I will repeat this at 3 am. just because I can and you never really know if I am or I am not in need of going outside. Again, cool breezes feel good in the dead of night.

Don't get pissie with me at 4 am because I am telling you I want to go out again. I do not care that you have school in the morning, nor do I have any interest in the fact that you have some sort of time schedule that you need to follow. This time, I do decide to eliminate upon the shrubbery but only for a few seconds.

It is now 5:30 a.m. I send Belle-chan into the room to politely "woof" at you to remind you that our feeding time is in about ninety minutes. I would not want you to oversleep after all.

Oh, since you are now up, would you mind giving us an early breakfast?

Now Belle-chan has to go outside for her morning constitutional and I decide that I shall come with in case we both find some squirrels or chipmunks or a tree branch of interest. We both find appropriate places to mark and return inside, hoping for a treat or three.

We are out of treats?

Oh, this is not good. How about one of those hot dogs then? That would work.

I Am Shiba. May I See The Dinner Menu Please?

Walk for Fidelco, 2010

2010-04-26T15:06:00.000-07:00

It is that time of year again where I march among the German Shepherds and other service dogs, raising money for the Northeastern Training Association for Seeing Eye Dogs.

Many of the dogs I work with in Allen's Angels are German Shepherds that are retired or who have not made the program. This weekend, I worked with Cooper, a Fidelco dog who was unable to complete the program due to some problems with some toes that required amputation. He gets around just fine, but in order to avoid the extra stress on his feet, he was adopted out as a pet. This same woman is fostering a half-sister of his, with the intention of her entering the Fidelco training program. And recently, our dog therapy group lost a retired Fidelco dog but the kind people quickly found themselves with another retiree, ready to enjoy a life of leisure and providing happiness to those who are hospitalized and unable to see their own dogs.

The Woman comes from Alaska. She believes very strongly that every dog should have a job. Her huskies all worked, pulling sleds or carrying packs. Belle had a job as a shining example of agility and leading her kennel into the limelight of notoriety. Me? Outside of my intense desire to protect The Woman from all harm, I am one of the few Shibas who travels around town, visiting folks who can't have their own dogs, but want some time petting and enjoying one.

These Fidelco dogs work and they work hard. Two-three years of training and then they help their person for about six to eight years, being their eyes and support as they travel through life and society. And yet, they are still dogs. They enjoy a good bully stick and chasing a ball when they are not working. But like myself, you put that harness on, and it means business.

This year, The Woman and I would like to break our record of donations. We almost made $500 last year, and as a single walking team, this is impressive. This year, I would like to make that mark. And while The Woman tells me I am delusional in believing that we can do this, every dollar does help. All the money goes to the dogs, the fostering of pups, the training, the vet bills, and the eventual retirement. It is one of the few associations that as humane Animal Treatment is, I can stand proudly as my ancient breed, and say, "this is good."

Our Donation Page

Even if you can only donate a dollar or even if you can only post and spread the word, all your help is appreciated. And I will be there, as I have for the last three years since I became a therapy dog, walking with the rest of the working dogs, proving that Shibas are just as good as every other breed.

I Am Shiba. I Make This Look Good.

Apologies to All

2010-04-24T05:52:00.001-07:00

The Woman wishes to extend her apologies to all that she has been not blogging in a manner to my satisfaction. She has had to use her computer for things related to her schooling, obedience training for humans. It's about time someone taught her obedience. After all, Belle-chan had to go wake the two humans up this morning in order to get breakfast delivered one hour late.

There have been a number of fabulous pictures taken of Belle-chan and me but with That Guy's computer down, they have had to be sharing computers and prioritizing the little lap top and what it gets used for. My pictures have been back ordered. The audacity.

This is not saying, however, that we have been being ignored! The weather has been sunny so we have gotten trips to Squirrel Park and the Nature Center (frogs and turtles and ducks, oh my!) and have had car rides all over the place so I can not complain that we are not getting our due. It's just that, of course, nothing is ever enough. You could give me a treat, a greenie, and a pig ear all in the same day and I would still ask for that bone from your steak.

I am, after all, worth it.

I Am Shiba. I Am All That and More!

Shiba Power!

2010-04-15T07:03:00.001-07:00

Yesterday, a computer technician came to our house. He had to work on That Guy's computer, which has suffered from a syndrome that if you push the "on" button, nothing happens. So this alleged wizard arrives to fix the problem and We Shibas were ready.

Now, when Workman come to the house and The Woman is here, one of two things will happen. She will either leash us and make introductions, assuring us that this individual is welcome into the house, and if the workman does not mind, we will supervise the quality of his profession and determine if The Woman is getting her money's worth. However, if the door is being opened frequently or something like the rugs are being cleaned, we are crated. This way, we observe from a distance but still are able to supervise.

Yesterday, That Guy did neither. As the computer technician worked downstairs, we had full run of the upstairs and made our presence known to this unseen intruder. The Guy apologized to The Workman but he said he understood. Dogs will be dogs. But The Workman never came upstairs. We put the fear of the Shiba in him.

However, when The Woman came home, she did not know that The Workman had come to the House. So, after our initial greeting, Belle-chan and I immediately started acting crazy around the house, chasing one another, play fighting, and being all bark and macho. She was laughing when That Guy explained that there had been a workman earlier, and that both of us were in red alert mode the entire time.

The Woman realized what we were doing. We were re-enacting our protection of the house and demonstrating our plans of attack as well as how we eventually scared the man away (who is coming back again today I have heard!) We were very proud of ourselves for our ability to notify and protect, and proudly showed her our display. We got plenty of praise and she rolled with us on the floor as we chased and jumped around, showing our ferocity and then returned for more pets.

I don't know what the plan is for today. Today both The Woman and The Man will be here. But what I do know is that after it is all over, I am sure a Greenie or a Pig's Ear will be given to us and we will lie in front of the door in the sunshine, and know that we are loved for what makes us Shibas.

I Am Shiba. Two Sound Louder Than One!

People Do Stupid Things Sometimes

2010-04-10T18:59:00.000-07:00

I am a Shiba of routine.

I expect my breakfast between 6-7 am.
I expect my dinner between 6-7 pm.
There will be two to three outgoings per day allowing me to express myself around the 'hood.
I expect my morning belly rub.
I expect to be treated with respect when I walk into a room.

What I don't expect is a whole bunch of plants moved into the living room because a cold freeze is called in.

Last night, I decided to do a Shiba 500. Even Belle-chan was feeling playful, biting my ears, taunting me like she does so I take off to run through the house but omg . . .

next to the windows
behind the chairs
there are these plants in containers
and when I run to do my routine, and I expressly say, this is my routine run,
there are these barriers of foliage
and I run right into them

The sound is unique enough to where That Guy turns to The Woman and says, what was that? And she actually responded, I think that was Cortez running into a potted plant.

Running into a potted plant? You placed it right in my path!! I had no idea it was there until I turned the corner at 150 mph to express what a great dinner you gave me and collided with some kind of foreign palm tree that I know was not there yesterday.

Oh, I am sorry. Did you say that it was cold tonight and tomorrow night so you brought all the plants in? I missed that memo! Next time, post it above my food bowl and I might notice it!

I Am Shiba. Don't Mess With the Shiba 500.

April Fool's on Us

2010-04-01T06:26:00.001-07:00

Today the weatherman predicted a sunny day with temperatures in the '70's.

Today, The Woman promised to take us to the Park.

It is 49 degrees.

It is cloudy.

April Fool's on us.

I Am Shiba. Bah Humbug.

Spring Hunting Continues

2010-03-27T10:02:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I am ashamed to say that the Chipmunk got away. It was a merry chase but I can not climb an oak tree and he can, so he escaped.

We saw the chipmunk run into the gutter, Belle-chan and I. Dragging The Woman, we quickly moved in, attempting to disassemble this contraption in order to get our choice rodent. When the chipmunk bolted out, The Woman dropped our leashes, claiming that she was not going to be dragged under the car like the last chase.

He hid under a garbage can. Oh, this is easy, These things are on wheels and move. Funny that as we moved the can, the chipmunk moved with it, but Belle-chan was able to get a paw underneath and out he darted toward me.

It was my chase and quickly that little squeaky rodent moved up the oak tree with me snapping after him. This was most distressing as of all the trees, it is the only one that I can not even attempt to climb as there are no lower branches for access.

I needed a ladder.

Having a hunting partner has added a whole new dynamic to the chase of our quarry. Belle-chan knows the rules of pursuit and with her agility background, is able to squeeze or maneuver herself in strange ways in order to get what she wants. She is The Seeker. I am the Chaser. I wait for it to appear and pursue.

But yesterday, this one got away.

There is always the next time.

I Am Shiba. I Love Hunting In The Springtime.