Dog of the Week

So it really must be true! Man, my lady takes a leave of absence from the cyber world and it all blows up around her!

Thank you so much to the folks at Dogster for making a community for people to share information about how to love us pups more...as if that is possible!

We have met many nice people who seem so genuine. Thanks to my fellow shibas for understanding my personality and liking me any way! And thanks to all my pup pals for your silliness, your compassion and your kind souls.

May God bless you and your homes.

Oooooooo, the agony, the AGONY.

I hurt my foot. My lady didn't actually see it happen, she just found blood everywhere, everywhere. My toenail was hanging off my paw and so the ER vet lady took it off totally. In a bid for more respect, I have offered up the folling explanations:

I got into a fight with a kodiac bear who wanted my bully stick.

Phog Allen challenged me to a sword dual and he won.

I was digging my way back to Japan and strick gold.

I caught my toenail on Jimmy Hoffa's watch.

I was thumb-wrestling with the devil in a bid for my soul

Bear found his home...

Well, Bear went to his new home in Chicago with barely a glance back. His new Mom and Dad and shiba sister, Emma, came to meet him and fell in love with him as any sane person would do.

I miss him, I'm not going to lie. But I also love not having to share my Kong. Call me selfish, but I am a shiba...

A foster brother from another mother

Yeah. So. My lady came home yesterday with another dog. Another shiba. Another black and tan shiba dog. ............................................................ ..
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Ok , so I gave them the cold shoulder for awhile, but then they brought his crate in. Inside. My house. They brought his crate inside my house and put it in my living room.

And he got a puppy kong. A new one. With Kong Whiz. He got to eat out of a new Kong with Kong Whiz and a biscuit.

I sat in the living room watching soccer with my mister. And the lady had this pup on her lap, sleeping. This dog was sleeping on my lady's lap. Y'know, the lap I won't cuddle in, but yet she knows better than to share?!

They say we are only keeping him until he can find a home that loves him as much as they love me. Thank goodness he has almost as cute as me and will probably go to a new home soon, because I'm not sure how long I can share.

FINALLY!!! I've been tagged!!!!

My friend Zeus tagged me!

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

So here are 7 fun facts about me - Augusta, a/k/a Auggie!

I was adopted on the day Phil Mickelson won The Masters tourney (in Augusta).

I can bark/scream/yoddle in at least 3 different pitches. Just call me whitney houston.

I hate water. I repeat - I. hate. water. I will tear you up if you put me in a tub. Then I will rip out your contacts, break your necklace and give you scars on your arms and tummy. Just ask my lady.

My mister's dad passed away before I was born. While having dinner with long, lost relatives, we found out his daddy had a dog named Oggie. Too weird.

My mister and lady picked me because they didn't want a "girlie looking" little dog (and they had just seen "Eight Below" and the mister liked the looks of me).

I have been kicked out of the small dog room at Doggie Daycare because I tried to eat little guys. (I think they are squeaky toys because when I nip, they squeak.) I now go to the medium dog room and I LOVE it.

I am a Jayhawk fan, through and through. I even watch the basketball games on t.v.


Now I tag the next 7 pups!
brady
ayumi
mo
brutus
wrangler
cougan
foxy roxy

Isn't it ironic?

and not in the Alanis Morrisette fake ironic sorta way....my lady has human parvovirus. I double-checked with her doctor to make sure she couldn't get it from other puppies - she can not. Whatta relief. It is triple ironic (is that possible) because she had been asking around prior to becoming a foster mom about whether or not fostering puppies could put Phog and I at risk for getting sick.

I guess it is a litle kids disease, but even though the lady thinks of herself as young, I know that 32 is not that young. Anyway, that would explain why she is slacking on my diary. She sleeps a lot, works a little and goes back to bed. The good news is that the rain has stopped so she can trust Phog and I to come in and out without worrying about muddy paws.

We are trying extra hard to be good pups, but with all the birds mocking us to give chase and the lawn mowing people around us, we just have to let our voices be heard. Arrrooooooooooo.

today's blog

Well, I guess everyone should know this about me. I've decided to "yip". Every 10 seconds at least. Sometimes more if the lady is cooking dinner or reading a book. I call it my Shiba Attention Warning. "Warning, warning, I'm not the center of your world at this moment."

Oh, and Bessie the Couch and I have made up. We are now friends. By "friends" I mean that I'm allowed to walk on her, put my muddy muzzle on her and drool on her. To understand what an honor that is for Bessie, you can look back in my diary and read the saga. It was one of my finest moments - and by "finest moments" I mean most miserable night of the lady's life.

Spring is almost here and I'm a happy shiba. And by "happy" I mean more energetic than normal. I've started trying to eat yorkies at doggie daycare And by "eating yorkies" I mean eating yorkies.

life is pretty good.

Sunshine, oh Sunshine...

Let me start off by acknowledging the fact that I live in Kansas. (much to the lady's chagrin....) They say if you don't like the weather, wait 10 minutes, it will change. But for right now....gorgeous.
I forgot how much I love the sun. I never knew how much I would love having a brother to play in the yard with me. I couldn't remember rolling on my back in the yard. And how the sun feels on my coat when the -10 windchill isn't ruffling my fur.
I
Love
Sunshine

I love how my lady comes out in her flannel robe to play fetch in morning. I love how she will leave the sliding glass door open so that Phog and I can come and go at will. I love how the mister comes home and walks us before bed. I love the birds that mock me from the top of the fence. I love the way the dirt smells on my paws.
I
Love
Being
Warm

I love the neighbor dogs that will run the fenceline with me. I love the way I'm finding my toys that have been hidden under ice and snow for the last 3 months. I love all the new smells that come wafting through the air. I love barking and howling at the folks who walk by our yard.

I
Love
Being
A
Dog

Excuse me, Westminster - uh, where is my invite?

Seriously, I don't mean to rain on the parade of pups, but y'all need some personality in this show. And I don't mean Broom Helga the Judge.

As you can see from my picture, I watched your show this evening. Let me sum up what I saw - High School Prom 1992. All puff, no stuff. Let me tell you how a real dog does her hair - SHE DOESN'T. I scream, throw a fit, draw some blood, make my lady cry and in the end, I get sprayed with some pretty stuff, a handful of treats put in my crate and I get to chill out for an hour or so. That is my perfect day at the salon.

"Oh, but they are so obedient," you say. Well of course they are:
1) they are being bribed with treats. Don't tell me those are tissues in that lady's brassiere, I can smell snausages from here.
2) wouldn't you behave if you knew that those shiny metallic ballet flats were mere inches from your hiney. My lands, Lady, make a Target run and buy some shoes from this decade.
3) one name - Christopher Guest. That's right...the best mockumentary ever made. (Well, right after "Waiting for Guffman".) The minute you act up, they are going to be expecting Parker Posey to start screaming "FIND HER MR. BUZZZZYBEEEEEEEE." Doggie therapy will be waiting for you when you get home.

I need to think more about the consequences that abound from the ultimate arena of canine conformity. I'll get back to you tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm competing in the Muttminster. And I must say, I'm kicking some doggie derrière.

Let Them Eat Cake

...and lots of it. Saturday was my very first birthday party. Everyone took off work to fete me. People drove from miles away to give me love and adoration. People from Missouri, South Dakota, Utah, western Kansas, everywhere....yeah, so maybe they all live close by now, but at some point in their lives they drove a long way to end up here.

The day started off pretty rough. The lady cornered me and gave me a brush down then put this crazy collar on me. She has a great picture of me trying to attack it, but it is pretty violent, teeth bared and all.

It got pretty good after that. People started showing up carrying foods and gifts. Now I have never turned away people carrying food and gifts and Saturday wasn't going to be the first time.

As the party got started, I looked around the room. A lot of people were wearing crimson and blue. The boys on tv were wearing crimson and blue - and playing basketball. I think it was a coincidence, but I do know that not everyone was paying constant attention to me when the ball game was on. That's ok, I don't want to compete with the Jayhawks - they've always been pretty good to me.

Halftime came and it was cake time! Wowza. I had never had cake, let along a cake with my name on it. There are pictures of me going to town...geez, cake is good. Of course, my lady made me share it with Phog Allen and my cousin Snowball, but there was plenty to go around.

Then the gifts - ahhhh man, the gifts. I got gift cards to PetSmart to shop, a copy of "Cat Fancy" (I think Carrie hates me.), Frosty Paws, a box of Zen Puppy (prozac) and a huge bag of cow. Grandpa LOVES me! I got bully sticks, pig's snout, moo tubes, bones, geez, I think Bessie the Couch should be scared, because I have a keen taste for cow these days.

I played with my friend Abby. Her doggie is about 10 times bigger than me, but she did pretty well. I taught her how to run the Shiba 500 around the living room. She is pretty quick for a 4 year old.

Snowball's boy Chris came outside and ran all of us pups around. I think he was trying to wear us out, but I don't think I need to tell you who wore who out.

I was looking forward to a quiet evening with my family, so I sent everyone home after the game ended. What a great day. I had no idea getting old was so much fun.