Thursday, December 25, 2008

And a Happy New Year too!!!

What a day! Not only had Mom been home all week but at first I was skeptical.... More people had come to visit me as well. And they came bearing rawhides, bacon strips and big hunks of meat. Much festivities ensued while the food laid on the counters, in the ovens and in warming drawers for hours. I kept guard over the kitchen and its goodies. See me to the right?

Would I get to share in this feast the humans were partaking in??? Why were they so preoccupied with tearing boxes open for things to wear? That was not my problem as long as I had my exquisite fur on my back. Nor did I need mugs to drink out of nor utensils to ration food to my ever waiting mouth. No towels for me, the shake dry method works every time. Would you like to see what I stared at? It was honeybaked, spiral cut and pre-cooked. It had been ready for days and calling my name over and over. What were they waiting for? Do you blame me at all?

First we had to go for a long walk to start the day. Then mom and her brother had to go visit my 98 year old great grandma to give her socks! Socks I tell you... But she was very happy for the get-together and had no idea I was being a gentledog at home, not jumping on the counter, yodeling or otherwise obnoxious. Then once they got back, they gave each other silly boxes next to this tree that was decorated to honor some baby I never met born thousands of years ago. Not only was the ham on this counter, but there was 2 kinds of potatoes, green beans and apple salad. I had to also listen to Grandpa give Dad an article about Slentrol for dogs who need to lose weight. I was pretty sure they were referring to my little brother. He can't keep up with me on walks, not me, nope. They did give me and Max our gifts of treats to eat. But you sure know I was ready for the Big Kahuna of meals....

Once the gifts were opened, they proceeded to drink an egg drink with nutmeg. Were they out of their minds??? It had been about 4 or 5 hours by that point. I sitting in a puddle of drool being the most patient of saints. Years from now, dogs will refer to me as o holy one, Scout. Finally everyone sat down to a meal and then do you know what happened to me??? Dad put me in the hallway and shut the door. Why? I sat there and pondered and waited to see if the door would open on its own. Pushed it a few times. Finally, I wailed out and the door opened enough that I could run through and hide under the table. Max was napping at their feet, the idiot. Finally they dished some food into our bowls once they were done. And this is how bushed I looked after all that wait and the eternal reward? I hope it was a good day for all of you dogs and your parents too! Happy 2009!!!

From yours truly, Scout

Scout's Xmas Newsletter 2008

Hi folks from Scout, the king-sized Shiba Inu,

Another year for me to tell you about the troubles my folks get into because they don't listen to me and seek my incredible wisdom. Mom and Dad went on only one trip this year in order to save money and spend more time with Max and me. And that was to a wonderful place called Bonaire which is a small island located next to Aruba and very close to South America. It is a flat island with cacti, below-ground caves, bluffs, mangroves and salt fields in the south. Bonaire is renowned for its dive spots with more shore diving than any other caribbean island. This is why Uncle Ken and Aunt Trish own a place on it. If y'all are interested in a little house on the bay on this beautiful remote island, let mom know coz she's got the connections.

For their troubles, Dad got urchin stingers in his foot and mom got cactus spines in hers. They hobbled around the island trying to enjoy themselves. They tried to learn to dive for real and this ended with mom sinking to the bottom repeatedly because her weights were too heavy and dad rising over and over to surface because his were too light. They saw many potcake dogs, donkeys, flamingos and iguanas but couldn't bring them home for me to scare and boss around due to customs law. The little house on the bay was near some "European style" beach that dad kept wanting to go to but mom put an end to that.

Regarding my living quarters, Dad got the foyer bathroom done and boy is it beautiful… Crown molding up near the ceiling (and not on my head – why is that?), pale yellow walls and score, another toilet with nice cold water to drink out of if I get lucky. Dad also got me some slightly-used leather couches for the big living room. Max, the lazy beast, perches on top of them basting in the sun coming through the windows. I pop up my head only when I hear cars coming down the driveway. And….we got a wonderful new furnace which heats the house much better which I value greatly when I get shaved twice a year. This is due to my "horrible" fur adorning every surface. I think they should be happy with the gift I am trying to grace them with- a shiba rug!

Health-wise for the humans, mom had one surgery that went well over the summer and I am glad to report she is feeling much better. Due to Michigan's poor economy, Dad had to take a job in Toronto during the week and only comes home on weekends. Because mom has a pretty good job and since the house is in the midst of remodeling/cannot be sold, relocation to Canada isn't possible. Hopefully, things will improve and dad will be back working in the Detroit area again. Grandpa tells mom that Detroit's economy has always been up and down like this and it will get better down the potholed roads. The shiba inu puppycam fad (featured in Time magazine, Good Morning America, and other media outlets) this fall made me a VERY popular dog and everybody wants to know more about me. So why wouldn't someone want to buy a celebrity dog's house? Well, that's okay - it gives me more time to enjoy the deer, coyotes, foxes and rabbits that roam our yard. Better than Animal Planet channel any day! However, I am still mad at that pool that sits in the yard. I plunged it in its malevolent jaws twice this summer ruining my magnificent coat and swallowing the horrid water.

Max wasn't so fortunate with his health this year. My buddy's getting to be an old man at almost 9 years old. He likes to chew on rawhides and steak bones for hours. He broke a tooth in half to clear below the jaw line. No one noticed until the chews and toys started getting a funny red color to them. No sooner than that was operated on, his bursitis started bothering him. It's one front leg and they now believe he keeps re-injuring an old shoulder injury every time he jumps off of high furniture to chase me around the house. He still doesn't get the fact that I'm the boss and I let him go on being delusional. With dad gone, he has also taken to trying to being alpha. A little tibbie spaniel alpha over a shiba, hahahaha…. Mom's trying; she withholds treats and toys and says the word "No" over and over. Trust me, I have been tuning that ridiculous word out for years myself.

Well, I'll leave you with a few photos of your royal highness, his sidekick and the humans below and wish you all a very Merry Christmas!!! Things can only go uphill from here and we are wishing good fortune to all our friends in Michigan as well as those that have left or live elsewhere!

Much Love, Mom, Dad & us canines…..

Monday, November 24, 2008

15 Minutes of Heaven on the Intarwebs...

This popular shiba inu puppy cam has been the fad that swept across America during this Presidential election year... While these puppies are understandly as cute and witty as myself, a word of caution to all those who want one. Shiba Inus are not for everyone. They are very smart, intelligent, have a high prey drive (translate: run away at every opportunity), can be skittish, stubborn and are NOT lapdogs.

The shiba, just like our very own Scout has very selective hearing, especially when it comes to coming when called. Shiba puppies are the cutest little buggers you’ll ever see, but they can be a handful to raise and train. They learn how to push all your buttons, and then look at you with that cute innocent little face.

There is a very real worry among shiba owners (rightfully so) that many families will rush out to get one totally unprepared and weeks later the poor shiba will end up in shelters or as roadkill after another escape. We would like to have educated and informed buyers who eschew puppy mills in favor of responsible breeders or shiba rescues. You can find one by going to this website:

Now for more about those popular little rascals!

Fast Facts
The litter consists of three males, three females1
Names are Autumn, Ayumi, Amaya, Aki, Akoni, Ando1
Born: October 7, 20081
Live somewhere in California1
AKC recognized the Shiba Inu breed in 19922
Official size varies between 13.5-16.5 inches at the shoulder2
Weight: 17-23 pounds2
Requires obedience training and regular brushing2
There are about 40 Shiba Inu breeders in the United States registered with the National Shiba Club of America3

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

drama queen shibas....

I just have to get something off my chest. Why do i now have to pour water into a glass and tilt it for Scout to drink when Max can drink out of a dog bowl like a normal dog? yes, i added ice cubes to the bowl and it didn't do the trick. Got to be in a glass. I blame McDonald's water pit stops.

He has to sleep under the covers every couple of hours (crawls out when he gets hot). He has to circle in 10 different spots and change his mind when someone comes along or he hears something or.... it is so easy to interrupt him when he's got to go and it's got to be the perfect setting/mood.

Yesterday, he got stung by a bee (he's not allergic) and held his paw up whining and limping for a couple of hours and licking it. It didn't swell up. His breathing and tongue were normal, etc. This morning he was fine and forgot all about it...

Tell me do i have a drag queen shiba (those who know he's large will get the reference, ha) or is he just normal??

any other idiosyncracies out there?

Saturday, July 12, 2008

I love to "swim"

I am an air swimmer who loves to run around pool and bite at the waves emanating from it.... Don't believe me, look to the right here:

and below here:

Why there's even a video of me that can be seen too -

Sunday, June 29, 2008

I can haz cheeseburger

For those that don't know, my mom is deaf. I have such big ears and along with Scout, I keep my ears/eyes open for her as a watchdog.
Mom made these pictures on the website called
They have funny stuff to see every day. Check it out!

And here's Scout to the right:

Friday, February 15, 2008

How to train your human.....

Everybody has seen the T-shirt for SHIBA INU - Professional Human Trainer, right?
You can get them on Ebay or Amazon...

The rules go like (parentheses are mine):

  • Fetch me a treat (no, not that one... not that one either....)
  • Rub my belly (ahhhhh, okay that's enough - now get away from me)
  • Pick up my poop (after i've deemed the spot worthy enough for it)
  • Wipe my feet (owwww, the snow/ice too's cold, hurry!)
  • Speak baby talk (while I look at you like you are a moron)
  • Throw the ball (and come get it from me)
  • Don't hog the bed (I must have 3/4 of it minimum)
  • Give me a kiss (on my ass preferably)
  • Buy me a toy (and it must make the loudest possible noise)
  • Fetch me a treat (again... and make it human food please)

Any you might like to add?

While we're at it, the Misanthropic Shiba website has some good rules that need to told to yours.

Things every Shiba should be informed of:

1. Nothing in life is free.

2. Children are living hot dog dispensers provided that you sit quietly.

3. Vets are actually kind people who dispense cheese (most veterinarians encourage you to bring your dog around for random treats so that they associate the vet's office with cheddar rather than shots).

4. Your food/toys/leash/collar/brushes are not your property and you will not treat them as such.

5. Your nails will be clipped. Your ears will be cleaned. Your fur and teeth will be brushed. You will sit/stand/lie quietly and not bite the brush or the hand that wields it. This is not negotiable. You may pout.

6. At no time will you ever growl/snarl/snap/bite at your owner or any person who is put in charge of you.

7. Lunging and trying to kill other animals upon sighting them is not in your best interests.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Why shibas should be considered wonderful.....

See that face right next to this entry?? Yes, it's my stinky sibling who pooped 4 times since yesterday's walk and 2 of those times were in the house. Sigh... Will suffering never cease? I don't know if he's got the flu or what? This is why I told my mom that I should be an only DOG in this household. Why I hold my bodily wastes until mom has taken me for a bone-chillingly long enough walk (so that she doesn't trick me and turn for home as soon as I find the perfect resting spot for my excrement).
In other news: what breed would you expect this dog to be in the following link?
and just for reaffirmation of my prowess, here I am yodeling my heart out!

Monday, February 11, 2008

How to be treated like Japanese royalty...or not!

I'm so jealous of Yoshi and Tsuki! Look what they got! Bento boxes... I'm a japanese dog too yet I get no bento boxes. Pout... Go to their blog at and read how to do it for your lucky dog! Now excuse me while I go find a new home to lay my weary head down....

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

2008 is here for dogs everywhere!!

Happy New Year's everyone from Scout & Max!! This is Scout and I want to show you what Max does to every bed in this house when he's happy to be around everyone on Christmas vacation. You will observe what a perfect gentleman I am, eh?