Oh the shame. I know its the time of year us shibas have to guard the chimney, beg for turkey and nick things off the grandpawrents tree but mother has taken it too far this time. I'll show you a pic of my shame just so you can call the doggy (or fashion) police which ever you think will come sooner.
Again the grouchy one got away unscathed as mother likes her life too much to try and dress her up.

its the bangy time of year again

I hate the bangy time of year it happens just after the small monster bang on the door night so a guy doesnt even have chance to calm his nerves down. Not that Im frightened persay of couse but it is a tough job being the only male in the house. So Im here squished next to mum keeping her calm (and ready to use her as a large human shield if the whizzy thing gets into the house). Its a hard life for a shiba.

I does jumpies

Auntie M took me and the grouchy one to the yard to meet mum and it is so much fun there lots of good smells and different thing to roll in but the bestest thing of all is that they have a miniture beach! Sadly I haven't found the weet crashy stuff yet but it's still fun to play in the sand and mum made a good jump for me to chase my toy over. I'm so manly I make a pink hodgeheg look good and I amazed mum with my amazing jumping ability.

Giz my ball back

Mud is always fun especially to coat yourself in to greet mum in her nice work clothes when she comes home late. Had a good game of ball until the white plastic thing stole my ball and held it captive until mum freed it.

Am now spending my evening winding Kali up who is in season and extra grouchy (even if I didn't think that was possible)

Wow mum really hasn't let me near the keyboard for a while. Nothing much is new in my life except that I'm a very good boy and the grouchy one is a *censored* madam according to mum. So far the grouchy one has managed to escape from aunty M's garden when we went visiting and the grandpawrents yard (where she used to live) both times I had to sound the alert and show mum where she got out and I didn't follow her because I'm a good boy! After doing a bit of wondering she came back both time although mum was a funny shade of green by the time she returned.

The grandpawrents have a new pet and I'd just like to say that I found it. Mum says its a fodgefeg a really silly name but thats humans for you. The fodgefeg is like my ball but with owie bits attched I did try to play with him but mum kept saying it wasn't a good idea and that I was too big to play with the fodgefeg which is mean if you ask me. So far this year my I have been staying strong in the war against the winged invaders and have 1 casulty and 2 fatalities to my tally. Mum keeps taking them off me but when I present her with one she never appreciates it. Oh well at least the grouchy is slightly normal in the respect and will help bring the winged intruders down in a tag team occasionally so she is good for something besides sleeping and eating my breakfast.

I am officially a good citizen (whatever that means) Mum plucked up her courage and took me back to training only to be told the exam was the next day well I was a very good boy and passed my bronze. Even if I did have an itchy ear in the stay and mum hyperventilated every time I twitched it. Don't think anyone told the examiner guy that I threatened to take out the rottiexmalamute who had the afront to keep looking at me.

 

Me & the grouchy one who isn't a good citizen. Hah.

The grouchy one very occassionally has good ideas the past few nights shes been trying to destuff my teddy which I have valiantly guarded and mum has patched a bit. So I decided to copy her and kill squeaky duck well he doesn't squeak anymore and the floor looks like when we get the cold stuff outside.
Somehow I don't think mum is impressed with my new skill what shiba of old used to hunt I'm going one step further and gutting my prey for her.
Jeez no gratitude.

grouchy one with MY teddy

Mum is my minion.

I have invented the bestest new game and it's a sure fire way to put mum in her place. Stand by the french doors and whinge and kick the door until she lets you out then do the same from the other side putting in a nice loud yowl if she tries to ignore just so the neighbours know how cruel she can be. Repeat this until she gives up and goes in and sits down leaving the door open in the middle of winter then come inside and go to sleep in the chair. Mission complete. Even better is if you and the grouchy one tag team it from each side refusing to go out at the same time then wanting whoever is inside.

Photographic evidence of the ordeal my mum put me through. Surely no dog (especially one as hansome as I) such have to go through such a thing.

 Then after being scared Kali got jealous that I could even make a bucket look good so she tried to get her own.

When I really pee mum off and she threatens to do something sometimes she follows through. She took me to the nasty smelly pain place and LEFT me! The mean people put me a van and took me to an even meaner place where they put pointy things in me, gave a bad hair cut and made me sleep. I had to wear a bucket for a week and all the other dogs laughed at me sept the grouchy one who was scared of it and growled at me. Since having the bucket off I've realised what they've done they messed with my boy bits and took them away. The shame of it has made me hide though it hasn't calmed me down hehe!