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Moving House

September 2nd 2010 12:53 am
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This blog ain't big enough for the two of us!

Come visit us at the House of Two Bows:
http://shibasenji.wordpress.com

 

Pack Size + 1

July 19th 2010 11:19 pm
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Hey, there's a new dog in our house.

Is she my sister? We have the same momma and daddy, but she's not a shiba.

Is she my girlfriend? Like, do I have to make out with her? Ewww, don't be gross. But sometimes I like to lick the inside of her ears and occasionally I'll mount her. It's just because I'm excited about going to the dog park. I'm not trying to make babies with her or anything, ew (glad my momma and daddy never gave me the option of bearing THAT responsibility!).

Her name is Bowpi and she's a basenji. I think she looks like a slightly deformed shiba. But she looks close enough, I guess she's all right. She can be part of my curly tail club.

 

Too Much Shiba For YOU

January 14th 2008 5:02 pm
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Some guy at the dog park tried to kick me today because I was harrassin' his dog.
Maybe I deserved it, I dunno, but it made my momma cry.
She said something about never taking me to the little park anymore until we take care of this problem.
Harumph. PROBLEM.
It's not MY problem that other dogs don't understand that I'm king of the park.

 

Today, every day

February 10th 2007 11:33 pm
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Wow.
Wowow.
I stink like a dog today!

I made up a new game.
You wanna hear about it?
Okay.

Step one: Burrow under mommy and daddy's bed.
Step two: Chomp my teeth around one of the big wooden posts that are supposed to "support" the "bottom" of the bed, pull until wooden post is loose. IT'S MINE.
Step three: Run to a room in the company of people, so I can show off what I found. IT'S MINE!
Step four: Growl and say "IT'S MINE!" when someone tries to take away my wooden post.
Step five: After much negotiation, give up post in exchange for tummy rubs and attention.

Repeat at whim.

 

I'll show him the meaning of 'moaning'...

November 6th 2006 3:51 pm
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Our new landlord says I've been making "disturbances" when mommy and daddy are away at night, even though it only happened once.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I was just a little nervous since they don't usually leave me at home when the sky is black. In retrospect, I know I was wrong, because mommy was home real soon -- I heard her say to Mr. landlord that she'd only been gone for 80 minutes, she was home before 10pm on a Friday night, not that these temporal disinctions mean anything to me. I was just glad she came home.

I heard the landlord say I was making "moaning" sounds. Hmm. Was I? I don't even remember.

Our neighbors on the other side of the duplex don't remember, either.

I think I'm a pretty quiet dog. When all the other dogs in the neighborhood start howling just because some stupid firetruck screams by, I'm all like "Whatever... Who cares?" When anyone knocks on any of the doors here, the other dogs start yapping like they've lost their heads. Me, I only bark when it *really* matters. Like the time the electrician guy came and pulled the stove from the wall and there were sparks everywhere and I flipped out... boy, that was scary, but mommy and daddy needed to know it was *dangerous!*

Anyway, Mr. Landlord's ruining my reputation. I'm a lover, not a moaner. Hmmph. If I catch him pickin' on mommy and daddy again, I just might have to bite him next time. I'll show him the meaning of 'moaning'...

 

Cesar E. Chavez

September 14th 2006 11:48 pm
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OH MY GOD I LOVE IT HERE IN BERKELEY.
Especially the Cesar E. Chavez dog park.
I am happy.
Even when the big guys don't want to play with me.
They're just intimidated, because they know *I'm* the top dog and they're too chicken to bow down to my terms.
Whatever. I just blow dust in their faces and wait for a new dog to enter the park.
The Cesar E. Chavez Dog Park for Dogs.
I love it.

 

Bow, Howl, and Baaaaaay Area!

May 2nd 2006 7:50 am
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Momma says we're moving to Ber-kuh-lee, Cal-uh-four-nee-yaaa in August!
I wonder if this is going to suck as much as last time we moved.
I wonder if they have cheesy bones there.
She says there are scenic dog parks there and maybe I can have a YARD too!
Really???
Do you know of a shiba-friendly 2-bedroom apartment available for rent in late August??

 

But the worst thing about going down south...

January 30th 2006 10:15 pm
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Sometime in the midst of all that rustling and sniffing through the tall, rural grass, I picked up a flea. Or two. I made mommy scream.

I am paying for my carelessness with a BATH this afternoon. Ugh...

 

It's the Year of the Dog

January 30th 2006 8:37 am
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Aarghghororooooruouu means "Happy Chinese New Year" in my own invented language. I turned roughly one year old around this time of year, but I'm still a puppy at heart.

Daddy's gone to some place called Mishee-gun for a few weeks, so I've had mommy all to myself lately. It's been awwwwesome, spreading out on the bed and hogging all the blankets. Except for the past couple days. On Saturday afternoon, mommy shoved me back into that nasty old plastic box and we went on the RUMBLERUMBLE and four hours later, we were back in that place called Puli...

Getting off the bus, it all came back to me... That scary Taiwanese tugou, Ah Bai, who snarls in my face if I even look at her wrong? She was still at grandpa's place, and she still greeted me with the same fierceness. Boy, she really tried to sink her teeth into my ear when I just wanted to sniff her butt. Everyone yelled at her good, but she just gave grandpa this innocent, pitiful look. Puh. Who does she think she's kidding?

Nevertheless, I took the high ground and never once growled at her or attacked her. I really tried to be a gentleman, but she just wouldn't have any of it.

At least I got to sleep with momma this time, instead of being locked up in a tiny little cage all night. We stayed in a big room with auntie and mommy's cousin who smelled nice and spoke softly and brought her cute fluffy little kitten named DASH! Oooohhh, I'd never seen a kitten move like DASH! Momma and the nice cousin-lady explained that Dash has neurological problems and can't walk straight and so I had to be nice to him. I just wanted to get closer and watch his funny waddle, cuz he moves like he's got socks on... or like he's mucking through a vat of sticky pudding. It was almost unreal, I just wanted to sniff his butt to make sure he was a real animal, but every time I got close, Dash would growl at me and he even batted my muzzle with paws that... well, kinda hurt.

I stayed up alllll night trying to get close to that creature. Momma even took me out at 2 in the morning to run around the quiet country block at one point, thinking that would calm me down. We bounded through the rain, and I even got to chase some wet, slimy frogs on the pavement and leap after egrets, but when we came back, I was still all wound up. I stayed up alllll night, because I was just too excited to sleep.

On Sunday, we went to find NiuNiu, that sweet little puppy that I had such fun with when we were here months ago. To my surprise, Niuniu had tripled in size! She stands taller than me now, her face and ears and paws are HUGE, and saddest of all, she no longer remembered me as a childhood friend. She barked and growled and snapped at my face when I tried to approach. Same with all the other dogs at auntie's place.

Niuniu has a new younger brother, a brindle Tugou with white sock-feet who was also abandoned. This guy's named Tudou, and he was the nicest and youngest of the bunch. I wanted to play, but the weather was so icky and rainy the whole weekend, I decided it was better to stay inside with the family. Inside, I quietly contemplated why all the animals were mean to me, no matter how quietly I approached them or how much I wagged my tail. Even though I pretended not to understand, I soaked up everyone's compliments, as they called me well-behaved and even-tempered and exceptionally quiet and serene.

I know better than those noisy, obnoxious, aggressive tugous. I only speak when it's worth saying something. And that's why I'm the better dog, rowf.

 

December 2nd 2005 10:03 pm
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Wow... it's been a long time since I've updated.

I didn't even get a chance to tell about my traumatic late-September accident, in which I ate a bunch of COFFEE GROUNDS and had to spend two nights at the vet! This is what happens when I'm left home alone. I see mommy and daddy drinking that stinky stuff all the time, so I decided to try a few mouthfuls for myself... boy, I just couldn't handle my buzz. Luckily, mom and dad came home shortly, but by then I had pooped and puked all over the house. It was so embarrassing, but I was so happy to see them. Even though I felt near-death, I couldn't help but wag my tail weakly when they finally found me collapsed in the bathroom.

We went to a nice emergency vet and I met some cool animals there, including a two-legged kitty. Mom keeps telling me that she'll get me a two-legged kitty of my own, but she says she's having trouble finding one.

Since then, it's been pretty quiet around the house. Mommy's home a lot, which makes it even more nerve-wracking when nobody's home. They tell me I need to work on my "separation anxiety" and not steal stuff that doesn't belong to me while everyone's away. I can't help it. It just makes me feel more... secure. Yanow? It's the only way I can guarantee that they'll come back...

 
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