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)

I found a stuffed Shiba toy… I think

Trudging along in Wal-Mart, just before the joyous Easter season descended upon us, I espied this:

Note that this is a product of THE DOG CLUB. Their claim to fame is pictures that bring the dog’s nose into closeup – there’s a term for it, but do you think I can remember? – and look really cute and all that. Look, I did it with Tierce:

If you look closely, you can see what I saw:

Could it be a Shiba? The basket was 12.95. Yes, I spent 15 dollars for a cheap made-in-China Easter basket with a crappy colouring book and shitty candy, just for the sake of this damned stuffed animal.

And look what I got:

Okay, the markings look… somewhat like a Shiba toy’s might… but let’s see.

Its markings are on the top of its head. Its head could accommodate its entire body. The tail does not curve, curl or do anything other than act as an afterthought. I think THE DOG CLUB should stick to pictures, because this thing is hideous!

Well bred Shiba vs. PuppyMill Shiba. Buy from a responsible breeder or your dog could end up like the dog on the right!

So, Tierce, what did you think of your new stuffed counterpart?

Out for a walk

Dog strolling along railway tracks brings train to a crawl in Yamanashi

How could it not be a Shiba?

This kind of reminds me of an adventure 10 years ago with Shassi. Friends and I were hiking Dodd’s Narrows, which is a place of rock, ocean, islands and trees where one could watch the strait flow on by. When the herring run was on, the strait was churning with sea lions. It was the first time Shassi or I had been there, or to the house where we started from.

In my madness, I had let Shassi loose, figuring she would run with the other dogs and so stay with us. She did stay with us until after lunchtime. About an hour into the hike back, we took stock of the dogs and found that there was no Shassi. Calls and hollers rebounded into the woods – no Shassi. The best thing we could do was hike back to the house where we had left the cars and figure out what to do from there.

When we got there, who should uncurl herself from the doorstep, but Shassi. Apparently she had had enough of hiking and calmly decided to head back to await us hiking fools. We later heard from some locals that they had seen her trotting purposefully on the side of the road, heading back to the house. Keep in mind that this was the first time she had been to said house, and that via a car, so that made it even more incredible.

Note that I don’t recommend this for Shibas or any dog who doesn’t stick close or come when it’s called. There are a lot of things in the woods who would happily make a meal out of a 20 pound dog and we’re lucky that Shassi came out of the woods with nothing worse than a tick bite.