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Kai Ken Needing Homes

A friend of mine alerted me to the fact that there are six Kai Ken in Oregon needing homes.  The owner is willing to ship to approved homes.

Kai Ken are medium-sized brindle dogs that were used for hunting in Japan… much like the Shiba was.  Now I don’t think I’ve ever met one in the flesh and I’m certainly not an expert, so it might behoove you to hie thee to the Nihon Ken forum for more information.  ***UPDATE*** Here is an excellent post on Kai temperament from the Nihon Ken forum:  Misconceptions about Kais- For prospective Kai owners

Here are bios and pictures of five of the six dogs.  For more information, contact Cheryl Yoshioka (not the owner, but involved in rehoming).


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Yama

Yama was born 2/7/11.  He weighs in at 41 lbs and is altered. He is one good looker and the clown of the pack he gets along with all other dogs except for Ochi. He is the clown because he instigates play and if someone does not want to play he bothers them until they give in and rough house with him. If two others are playing together he will run and body slam right into their play to join in.

When Yama was 12 or 13 weeks old he broke his back leg. He was operated on and caged in crates he could not do anything but stand on all fours and turn around in as he grew (quickly at that age) the crate got bigger but not allowing him to stand more than all fours. He had to stay in it 24/7 except to go out to the bathroom on a leash so he would not disturb the healing and to do his range-of-motion which he hated.

I worried he would have problems socially but we put him in the hall in between often traveled rooms with mirrors on the wall so he could see everything and had foot and dog house traffic, traveling frequently and always included him activities verbally. He ended up well socialized – the only evidence that there is is once in a while when he is running he may favor it a little.

Yama loves being with his people and all the attention he can get. He enjoys going on walks, outings and camping.

Since Yama likes to join in with others he will be glad to dig with anyone digging and once while lots of cooking was going on he ate some turkey right off the counter to be apart of the cooking. If someone is getting tattled on he is usually right with the violator joining in. I find if I call another Kai to come to me he is racing them to get there first and always in the middle when I’m working with another. He also get away with a lot more than any other pack member with each other like they tolerate him trying to sneak off with what they are enjoying and horning in front of them.

But Yama is the pack clown and he just makes you love him because he enjoys life so much always wanting to have some fun. I must admit living in this pack it is his action and the others reactions that make me laugh the most. When I hear a commotion and look and Yama is in the mix I know it is just the clown getting gripped at for stirring the pot.

Yama is a true gem that steals a spot in your heart.


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Claire

Claira Bell or Claire was born 1/1/12. She weighs in at 36 lbs and is altered.

This is one sweet Kai that is very reserved with strangers. Out on walks she does all she can to avoid them, taking after her mother. She is considered the baby of the pack because when the pack is waiting for a treat she is always in the back waiting to be the last one to get one. She also has a little whine she does when she wants in the house. She is a tattle tell when another Pack member is doing something or has something they should not have just like her mother she hurries to her people and to the violator back and forth until the people get the message to check it out.

Claira Bell loves treats and to chew on antlers, cow’s ears, bully sticks, and pork rolls but she never takes from another she waits and then lays on it to chew so they can’t sneak it back from her. She likes to dig. It is not to dig out it is just for joy and when it has been raining she often comes in with a brown nose. When there is snow she is in heaven digging and rooting all around in it having a grand old time.

Claira Bell gets along great with the other dogs. She also loves to cuddle with her people and will wait while another Kai gets attention but when her people are finished she will sweetly let you know she is here and wants a turn too.


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Ochi

Ochi or as he is called by some Archie. He seems to not mind either just loves the attention. He was born 6/15/11 is altered and weights in at 52 lbs.

Ochi is a real ball fan no matter what size or type. He love to play ball and is thrilled to have you throw one for him to retrieve and has yet to be the one to call it quits first. Ochi likes to disassemble stuffed toys but has learned to
trade one for a treat when he gets too rough. With the Verbal command ‘trade’, he will drop the toy near you or if too many other Kais are around he will just bring it to you and trade for a treat.

Ochi does not feel comfortable when someone goes over his head with their hand. I believe it is because when he was very young he was bit on the head by an older dog, but that is just my guess because he still has two little scars if you look hard.

He does not like to have his nails cut and one nail a day is enough for him. If it is time for a real good brushing he seems to prefer splitting up to two setting and his choice would be if it could be two days.

What he really likes is to have his chest scratched, he just melts in pure joy.

There are two males in our pack that he does not get along with. This started when all were intact and there was heat in the house and they have yet to make amends.

On request he may shake with you and with some verbal coaxing has been know to speak. He is also one that waits patiently for a treat in the group getting treats and does not grab unless the treat is dropped.


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Chiba

Chiba weighs 30 lbs at best. He was born on 1/1/12 and is altered.

Chiba is a little cutie that loves his people and keeps an eye on them at all times. He loves to be held, brushed, pet and likes having his nails trimmed. Matter-of-fact if you are working on another dog he is right there nosing his way between so you won’t forget about him. Most of all he likes sitting right next to his people with his head resting on them or at there feet if he can not get up. He is not one you can get a kiss from unless you are in his face and ask him for one.

He also loves to be held and carried around so he can get a view from up high. He will hold on to your arm with his paws (legs) it is gentle and sweet.
When he is not with or keeping an eye on his people he can be found relaxing in his cage if not outside. When I say cage up to the pack before I leave or go to bed he is the first one to his cage waiting for a cage up treat and the door to be shut.

He gets along and plays well with the others but because of his smaller size is on his back a lot in the submissive position except for with the pack clown
whom he jumps on his feet and yaps at as if to say ‘you are not going to bother or boss me’.

Chiba is a good jumper. He does not use this skill to jump up on people but has used it for jumping and climbing up on trees and over fences on occasion.
All of the pack members chase squirrels, mice and the laser light well Chiba is a smart one and knows he doesn’t have a chance and will be one of the quickest to move on to do something else.


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Priscilla

This is Priscilla. She weighs 38 lbs. she is sweet but reserved with strangers.

Loves to be petted and will remind you by giving your hand a nudge if you are sitting with a free hand. She is always up to chase a squirrel she would be great as a hunter if there was a chance to go. Out all of the pack she is the one to stay outside the longest weather does not seem to bother her at all.

She gets along great with all dogs and is always up for a good game of chase but would prefer to chase any cat right out of the yard. She was born 1/1/12. She is one that can be a little picky about treats but is right there to make the choice when offered.

 


For more information, contact Cheryl Yoshioka (not the owner, but involved in rehoming).

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Well, it had to happen: Facebook found out that Tierce is a dog. Four years after the fact, but what the hey.

It was a shock to all of us.

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Tierce finds out that Facebook has shut down his profile.

To be honest, I’m a little chagrined, but I’m not that pissed off.  After all, Facebook is owned by… Facebook.  I think they’re ignoring a big demographic that could be bringing in income, but what the hey.  If they don’t want my Shiba’s money or fans, then fine.  We don’t need Facebook. Stupid Facebook.  Blah blah blah Facebook!

…actually I just converted his profile to a Page.

You can see it here.

Tell your friends.

 

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Black Collar, No Tags

So this post is about a dead dog we found today.  No pictures or anything of the body.  Just letting you know.

It was our first kayaking day of the year and I wanted to go somewhere new.  It was beautiful.

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Immature Bald Eagle – they’re light brown/streaky white until they’re around 5 years old, when they get the classic white head/dark brown plumage

 

Tierce was, of course, unimpressed with everything.

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“The park, Bitterman. Drive through the park. You know how I love the park!”

Until he started digging for clams.

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Mischa noticed her first as we were cursing and swearing our way upstream in the Nanaimo Estuary.  The body was draped over the riverbank, likely pushed there by the currents of the last high tide.  The hindquarters hung down towards the river – not a natural position for any dog.

It didn’t look like the dog had been dead very long; the eyes were filmed over, but present, and the body didn’t look like things had been nibbling at it.  The last high tide had been at 08:47; we had started kayaking around 16:30, roughly a half-hour after low tide.  By the time we found her, it was 18:45.

Mischa held my kayak while I got out.  Then I scrabbled up the bank.  By the time I stood over the dog, I had to keep blinking the tears away.  My brain flashes on random thoughts and images, both past and imagined.

Flash:  This isn’t right.  Dogs should die at home or at the vet’s, with their owners making sure that everything’s done proper.

It was the first time I remember touching a dead dog.  I saw a collar, but the fur was too thick to see if a tag had survived the river.  I reached into the waterlogged mass of fur and yanked it around so I could unbuckle it.  Black collar, no tags.

Flash: Tierce limp on a riverbank somewhere.  

It looked like a Golden Retriever mix, and young – the black on the muzzle had yet to frost over.  Well fed, no missing fur.  The smell was really strong, but I couldn’t tell if it was the smell of low tide on her or the beginning of decomposition.

Flash: A picture of a Shiba that had died during the Japanese tsunami, chained to a post and drowned.  It looked a lot like Tierce.

I checked to see if it was a male or female.  Female.  There was some blood on her inner hindquarters, but just a patch of it. Her hind paw hung heavy in my hand; just there.  Whatever made her the dog that her people would remember, it wasn’t there now.

Flash: Do dead dogs bleed?  The blood would have washed away in the river, wouldn’t it?  Was she alive when she washed up?  Was she hurt or killed and fell into the river somehow?  Or dumped?  Was she frightened?  Did it hurt?

I took a careful picture, trying to angle it so the eyes were mostly covered by the grass over her – if I had to send it to anyone, they didn’t need to see that.  I took a picture of the collar.  I looked up the latitude and longitude and took a screenshot.

Tierce looked up, incurious.  Maybe he couldn’t smell her or hadn’t noticed a doglike shape hanging over the bank.  Maybe he just didn’t care; the mechanics of death beyond him.

Flash:  This cannot be my dog.  This can never be the way my dog dies.  I couldn’t bear it, wondering forever if he was frightened or if he was in agony.  We’ve always been there to take care of him, to save him from himself.

I posted a picture of the latitude/longitude to FLED (FLED – Find Lost & Escaped Dogs Vancouver Island) along with a description and shared it on my Facebook page.  A friend alerted me to a post about a lost dog of the same description who had been missing for a week.  I called the phone number and left a message.  They called back and gave me an email address where I could send them a picture of the body.

It was her.

Her name was Angel and she was only 3 years old.

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Allergy Panel

Tierce got his allergy panel back.  Apparently he’s really allergic to fleas.  He’s also mildly allergic to a mite called T. putrescentiae, black willow trees, dandelions, english plantain, goldenrod, a midge known as culicoides, and mayflies.

Mayflies?  Seriously?

And of course, our conversations go something like this:

Tierce: I have to go out.

Me:  Gotta pee?

Tierce:  Yeah, sure.

Me:  Fine, just don’t rub your face in the grass- stop it!

Tierce:  It feels so good, though!

Me:  You’re rubbing it right in the stuff that makes you itch!

Tierce:  You can’t know that.

Me:  Uh, this report that I spent about $350 on, says I do.

Tierce:  Nonsense.  I think they made it all up.

Me:  They didn’t make it all up- STOP EATING THE DANDELIONS.

Tierce:  But… they’re yellow.  I can see yellow.  It’s a universal sign for “Dogs should eat me”.

Me:  It is not!  Wait, if that’s true, then why don’t you like bananas?

Tierce:  They’re not the right shade of yellow.

Me:  Yeah, sure.

Tierce:  But this is!

Me:  No!  That’s goldenrod!  You’re allergic to that!

Tierce:  I’m sure that nothing will happen if I just bushwhack my way through this clump.

Me:  GET OUT OF THE GOLDENROD.

Tierce:  You and your superstitions.

Me:  This isn’t superstition or divination.  This is a report derived from scientific tests.

Tierce:  Look, they stole my blood.  Who knows what kind of witchcraft they engaged in.  It was probably a plot to make me itchy and you fell for it.  Idiot.

Me:  Look, I’m going to give you one more chance to get your ass out of the allergens and into the house.  Then I’m getting the hose.

Tierce:  Look at you, The Great Dictator.

Me:  TIIIIIIEEEEERRRRCCCE!

Tierce:  Fine, whatever.  But don’t think I’ll forget the day when you let the devil-worshippers cast itch-spells on me.

Me:  House.  You.  Now.

Tierce:  There you go, always ignoring the real issues.  I’m the one with the problems here.

Me:  Oh, I completely agree on that score.

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A Trip to Gibsons

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Tierce:  Another boat?

Me:  We’re going to an event in Gibsons.

Tierce:  This place smells like diesel.

Me:  That’s because this is the vehicle deck.

Tierce:  What’s that?

Me:  The ocean.

Tierce:  It looks wet. And cold.

Me:  Yeah. I’d take it as a kindness if you didn’t attempt a flying leap off the bow.

Tierce:  Not a problem. OHMYDOG BIG BAD WEIRD THING. A MOVING THING.

Me:  That’s the ship’s radar.

Tierce:  That’s the signal of the Hellmouth. They’re sailing us into the jaws of the Kraken!

Me:  Would you shut up?  Look, we’re under the roof again. It’s gone.

Tierce:  ALL HANDS ABANDON SHI- oh, okay. Hey, look, a tug toy!

Me:  No!  That’s a life preserver!

Tierce:  I bet I could run off with it and sever the rope in three places before you can reach the opposite end of the ship.

Me:  I’m not taking those odds.

Tierce: Spoilsport. What’s this?

Me:  This is the pet area.

Tierce:  The pet area?  It looks like a big crate. A Dane couldn’t even turn around in here.

Me:  Well, when they designed the ferry, pet areas weren’t a big consideration.

Tierce:  Now you know why their revenue’s dropping.

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Me:  Well, here’s Horseshoe Bay.

Tierce:  Shall we celebrate by sharing your ice cream?

Me:  No.

Tierce:  Explain.

Me:  Well, it’s chocolate.  Chocolate is bad for dogs.  I don’t want you getting sick.

Tierce:  You love the fact that chocolate is bad for dogs, don’t you?

Me:  Pretty much, yeah.

Tierce:  I’m pretty sure you’d come up with some other bullshit excuse if you were eating vanilla, say, or strawberry.

Me:  Oh, no, I’d make it sound plausible.

Tierce:  Such as…?

Me:  You can’t have it because I say you can’t and I’m bigger than you, with opposable thumbs.

Tierce:  There you go, throwing that in my face again.

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Me:  Here we are!

Tierce: Where?

Me:  At our friends’ in Gibsons.

Tierce:  Is ‘Gibsons’ short for ‘Ferry Forever?’ Because it sure seems like it.

Me:  Well we’re here now.

Tierce:  Meh. Whatever.

Friends:  Can Tierce have the ends of the ham we cooked for tomorrow’s event? Oh, and there’s some turkey skin he can have.

Tierce:  This is the greatest day of my life. Let’s stay here forever.

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Me: Okay, we’re off. We’ll be back in a few hours.

Tierce:  Why can’t I come?

Me:  Dogs aren’t allowed in the curling club. Sorry.

Tierce:  That’s not fair. I eat really well at events.

Me:  Alas, these things sometimes happen.

Tierce:  I think this is a plot to keep the turkey from me.

Me:  Could be.  In fact, it probably is.  The people of Fjordland are just against Shibas having turkey.  Sorry.

Tierce:  I’m sure there’s some kind of medieval hospitality law against this.

Me:  Well, you see, that’s the awesome thing about the SCA.  We can pick and choose.

Tierce:  A Shiba is without honour in his own Principality.

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Me:  Oh, come on.  Stop looking all depressed.

Tierce:  I can’t help it.  All is dead.  I’m trapped.  The walls are closing in.

Me:  I came back in the middle of the event to let you out to pee.  You were just on an hour walk through the forest.  I didn’t even let a coyote eat you.  Still, you complain.

Tierce:  No will to live.

Me:  Okay, enough of that.  Come up on the bed here.  Look out the window.

Tierce:  I’m in the pit of despai- HEY THERE WAS A BIRD. DID YOU SEE THAT? A BIRD JUST FLEW BY.

Me:  That’s right, a bird.

Tierce:  Hey, a car.

Me:  Great.

Tierce:  ‘Nother car.

Me:  Thanks for sharing.

Tierce:  You’ll never guess what’s coming up the road.

Me:  A coyote?

Tierce:  No!  A woman with a SCHNAUZER!

Me:  This is news?

Tierce:  Another bird!

Me:  I’m just going to leave you to, uh, enjoy the sights.

Tierce:  No kidding, it’s like Wild Kingdom out here.

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Me:  What are you doing?

Tierce:  Getting ready for bed.

Me:  Well, most dogs get ready for bed at the end of the bed.  Not the pillows.  The pillows are for people.  Like me.

Tierce:  If pillows were meant for people, then why are they sized for me?

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Allergy Panel of the Damned

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“I’m watching you take out your credit card. Hurts, don’t it?”

Me: Well, that was expensive.

Tierce:  You paid to have me tortured?

Me:  I paid to have an allergy panel done on you.  Inhalant and insect.  You could be allergic to dust mites.  Mould.  People.

Tierce:  I could definitely see being allergic to you and your oppressive regime.

Me:  This is not a regime.  This is ointment.

Tierce: Ahuh.  Sure.  So if you’re looking for allergies, why did you pay the vet to steal my blood for their demonic rituals?

Me:  The vet is going to send it away for testing and in a week or so, we should have an idea of what you’re allergic to.

Tierce:  I think the vet is going to use it to bind me to your will.  Make me like a Lab or something.

Me:  Oh, believe me, if that could be done…

Tierce:  I registered my objections, though.

Me:  I heard.

Tierce:  I screamed, “THE POWER OF ME COMPELS YOU!”

Me:  Did it work?

Tierce: No.

Me:  Might have to do with the fact that you’re not a god and the vet isn’t a demon.

Tierce:  So you say.  Wait- what are you doing with that devil’s brew?

Me:  The ointment?  I’m spreading it over the place that you licked raw.

Tierce:  Hey, hey now.

Me:  Look, would you stop struggling?

Tierce:  It feels weird!

Me:  Look, this isn’t fun for me either, you know.  The last thing I really wanted to do tonight is put ointment anywhere near your junk.

Tierce:  How would I know?  You have all sorts of fucked-up hobbies.  Putting hats on me, harnesses, putting me in the kayak, in the bike trailer…  Pervert.

Me:  That’s what is known as ‘life experience’- stop kicking me!

Tierce:  Stop putting gooey crap on me!  Look, I’ll lick it myself and it’ll all be good.  Dogs have healing powers.

Me:  Forget it!  That’s what got you into this mess and don’t wriggle.  This cost me 20 bucks and you’re not wasting it.

Tierce:  You spent 20 bucks on Satan’s potion?  Now who’s wasting things?

Me:  There.  You’re done.  DO NOT LICK IT OFF.

Tierce:  Why not?

Me:  That stuff is to help you heal.

Tierce:  Why not?

Me:  I’ll be displeased.

Tierce:  Why not?

Me:  CONE OF SHAME.

Tierce:  All right, fine.