Archive for May, 2008
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The Misanthropic Shiba will be moving to shibainus.ca pretty soon – as soon as I can make all the pages. You can see a preview of what the page is going to look like by clicking the link… I’m learning CSS and making it all pretty.
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Knob Nots
The company produces these for all breeds, but I thought the “Shiba Inu: Inside and eager to escape” particularly rang true. They are pretty cheap – $3.50 for one and $12 for all four. I might have to get one!
Neck Point Park
We went geocaching at Neck Point Park on Saturday and I got a really nice picture of Tierce looking out at the lagoon. I’d like to go again one day and check out the caches I didn’t get to find. Tierce was acting like an idiot, though. I suspect the last battle of his teenage years is beginning – and we have only 3 weeks until the Nanaimo Kennel Club dog show! Better get cracking…
Here’s a big improvement on the last toy
Kayaking with Tierce
Today, Mischa and I took Tierce to First Lake, one of the Nanaimo lakes south of the city. We had never been there before and ended up driving longer than we thought. However, it was a fun outing.
Kayaking with Tierce had some problems to be solved. He’s come a long way from the four-month-old puppy who I popped in the front hatch with ease:
In fact, it seems like the front hatch is now kind of cramping his style:
This could end up being a problem, because kayaks have this little issue concerning balance. It’s really easy to tip one over and I can’t have Tierce doing cartwheels while I’m paddling. At one point, Tierce was balancing on the top of the kayak, which ended up badly for him, as he tumbled into the water after slipping on the top.
So, we put him in Mischa’s kayak, which has a wider front hatch.
Later, I tried to make a bed for him on the kayak, but it made the kayak too top heavy.
The interesting thing is that Tierce didn’t overbalance the kayak when he was balancing on it himself so much as being in the “bed”.
So, at this point, I think I have a few options:
- stick a non-slip surface on the kayak so that Tierce can balance on the top easily. However, for sea kayaking, this is not the safest idea.
- teach him to lie against me on the spray skirt or in the cockpit while I’m paddling. Not a lot of room there, plus, there’s the danger that he and I could get stuck in the cockpit if we were to capsize.
- let Mischa take him in his kayak’s hatch, since it’s wider than mine
- figure out a way that he can sit and lie comfortably in the hatch without needing to wriggle, get up, turn around, fall out of the kayak, etc.
I’ve been searching on the Net for ideas, but haven’t got very far. I’m going to see if there are some creative things I can do with waterproof foam padding.
The Vacuum
Tierce: What are you doing?
Me: Getting out the vacuum.
Tierce: It’s evil.
Me: It is not evil; it’s what stands in the way of your undercoat staging a coup of the entire house.
Tierce: It growls at me.
Me: *sigh* Sure. That’s because it hates you.
Tierce: See? It’s evil!
Me: Maybe it would be less evil if you stopped trying to bite it while I’m sucking all your hair out of the carpet.
Tierce: I keep trying to warn you about these things, but you never listen to me! It’s bad, I tell you.
Me: Ahuh [turns on vacuum]
Vacuum: Growl.
Tierce: Growl.
Vacuum: Just you wait… one day I’ll sneak up behind you and suck you right up!
Tierce: Just you try!
Me: Tierce! STOP biting the vacuum!
Tierce: But did you just hear what it said to me?
Me: No! Leave it!
Vacuum: Ha! Your human can’t understand my plan to dominate the entire world! Mwahahaha!
Tierce: You’ll never succeed! I’ll fight you until my dying-
Me: NO! Stop it! You wanna go into the pen?
Tierce: But…
Me: Leave it ALONE.
Vacuum: And then, when I’m done with you, I’m going to suck up all the pizza, all the cheese and all the hamburger…
Tierce: NoooOOOooo!
Me: That’s it! Pen!
Tierce: But-
Me: PEN!
Tierce: You don’t under-
Me: Fine! [picks Tierce up and deposits him in the pen] And you can just stay there until the cleaning’s done!
Vacuum: Mwahahaha…
Vacuum: Mwahahaha! Look at you! You’re in the pen! And look at me! Free to cause mass destruction!
Tierce: You’ll never get away with this!
Vacuum: Watch me.
Me: Is that a knock at the door?
Vacuum: Hehehe
Tierce: [jumps against pen and knocks the ends askew]
Tierce: Ha! I’m out!
Vacuum: So, we meet again!
Me: Guess there was no one at the door- aw, crap, how did you get out?
Tierce: I’m about to save you from certain death!
Me: We’ve had this discussion before. Get away from it!
Tierce: No, I can’t in all conscience let it do its devil’s work any longer!
Me: Good thing I’m pretty much done in here.
Vacuum: Now, know fear!
Tierce: Now, know pain!
Me: STOP IT! [turns off vacuum]
Tierce: I won’t let it threaten this house any longer!
Vacuum: Glarg.
Tierce: ha HA! I killed it!
Me: I just turned it off.
Tierce: You should be more careful with these things; you could have been seriously hurt. Good thing I was here.
Me: Uh, yeah, sure.
Tierce: So, now what are we doing? How about a walk to celebrate my victory?
Me: No, I still want to vacuum the stairs and the bedroom.
Tierce: What?
Vacuum: Growl.
Shibas in dog books
I have a collection of older dog books and keep my eye out for others. Being a Shiba fancier, I always check to see if there’s any reference to the Shiba in any dog book (often I am disappointed; they are only now becoming popular enough to merit a reference in books outside of the kennel clubs’ book compilations of the dogs they recognize). Most of the time, if there is a mention, it is somewhat akin to the National Geographic “Man’s Best Friend” – [referring to dogs used for small game hunting] “In Japan, it’s the little Shiba”. Which is fine; at least they acknowledge that the breed exists.
However there are some weird notions about Japanese breeds and Shibas in particular that I have found in this one book, “The New Dog Encyclopedia” (The Stackpole Company, 1970, ISBN: 0-8117-1064-5)
The smallest dog of this type is called the Shiba, or the Shiba Inu. It stands 14 to 16 inches at the shoulder.
So far, they’re doing fine. But then they stray into what I can only call a wild flight of fancy, or the result of experience with a very small percentage of the Shiba population.
The Shiba differs from the Akita and the Nippon Inu in that it is born tail-less or with a short bob- tail. In this, it is like another miniature Spitz, the Schipperke.
Huh?
Here’s one of the earliest pictures of Tierce at 3 weeks (his breeder sent me a whole set of pictures that she took from birth to 8 weeks):
And notice the appendage that The New Dog Encyclopedia claims shouldn’t be there:
And, since I didn’t rectify this situation, it has only grown and become more obvious:
Do we actually have defective Shibas? Should we actually have red, red sesame or black-and-tan Japanese Schipperkes? Or, as I suspect, did the person who submitted this particular piece of information only see one “Shiba” who happened to be wearing a shorter tail than most?
Of course, if one reads further, one finds that the book claims that the Beauceron hails from South America, so I think that somebody was hitting the sauce during certain portions of the editing process.
Shiba Dreams
My boyfriend and I have the flu, and apparently it’s playing with his head, as evinced by the following dream:
We decided to go to a bookstore. We were still in our Toyota Tercel, but it was now powered by the driver running and stopped by him standing up, just like the Flintstones! The bookstore was in someone’s house, so we avoided the corner with the bed and person sleeping in it. My boyfriend was poking around the books, but I knew exactly why I was here and bounded up a staircase to an upper balcony. I shouted down to Boyfriend, “Come up and take a look!”
He came up the stairs and saw a box of ten, eight-week-old Shiba puppies on the floor. I was standing beside it, with a huge smile.
“Look what I bought! Aren’t they great?” I said.
“No!” Boyfriend replied.
“But, you’ll learn to love them!” Boyfriend went back down the stairs. I followed him, a big box of ten Shiba puppies in my arms, repeating how much he was going to love them once he got to know them.
“You’re not taking them home!” Boyfriend said at the door.
“Oh, it’ll be okay!” I said, still smiling.
He got in the car. And drove away, leaving me and ten Shiba puppies at the bookstore.
Tierce (our present and only Shiba!) was glad to see him back home, though.
And that’s how we broke up.
(he told me about this dream this morning and I laughed my ass off, between coughs)
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