Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
|Home:Detroit, MI ||[I have a diary!] |
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Mr. Scout, Boss Scout, Scoutie-Snoutie, What has he done now, Scout?
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Playing with his brother, Being the Hearing Aid, Earning his name by Scouting for Food, and last. eating all the bubbles off bubble baths (why Scout??)
Being ignored when he's supervising/managing us to get food, being offered doggie-biscuits ("I'm not a dog!!! I want human food!" ~ he doesn't try looking sly as a fox for nothing) and finally, us chasing him for payback - vet/groomer/baths!
His humans, old tennis ball he found on a walk, gloves chewed to give you the finger
FOOD, any food as long as it came from ground, air, sky and is called F-O-O-D, heck even leather will do!
Anywhere - not a picky guy but especially places like Great-Grandma's residence and Petsmart to scare the happy chinchillas/birds/rabbits by rapping on their cages/windows with his giant paws
Scout knows how to command us by yodeling, pawing mommy's legs when she can't hear, offering a paw to be charming, giving a kiss when you are mad, making fat asses disappear during daily "lunges" and best of all, capturing hearts w/his love
We were contacted by a lady in Ohio that Scout was found wandering as a stray on Halloween 2004 near Cincinnati. He needed to find his forever home and was coming to a Pet Expo in Michigan. We went to the show to visit him and took one look at his face staring at us. He didn't bark or yodel at us. He was very patient and sat looking at us. He let us hug him and pet him. He was a good boy (think he was going for the doggy oscar of the year?) and was very happy to go home with us.
I'm King, pet me! more! Now gimme food!
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Can't Get Enough of Our Shiba Inu's!, Shiba Inu, SHIBA INU ENTHUSIASTS
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|December 9th 2004
||More than 8 years!
I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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February 8th 2006 1:41 pm
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Arrrroooooo!! Come help me make Mom be less mean. She leaves us alone all day everyday to go off somewhere and have fun. When she comes home, I give her shoes so she knows how I feel about it. But no, she gets mad over me giving the gift of love to them. I tenderly take a lace here and there and digest it out the other way so it'll be nice and soft for her. Not stiff and brand new anymore. And then i also apply my teeth to the edges to make a wider opening for her to get her fat feet in. But noooo, she doesn't see all my hard work in her absence. I'm not the one that pees and poops in the house, Max is. And he doesn't get whipped for it. Mom is always getting mad at me. I've been making it easy for her by vocalizing and leading her to where my food is. Instead she insults me and calls me fat! Call the kettle black... And then she has the nerve to whine and complain when I go to bed with them and lay on top of her to show her how close i feel. Can I do anything right short of chewing her ragged cuticles off?? Call the cops please to show Mom the right way to go! I'll appreciate it evermore. Your loving and faithful Scout.
November 15th 2005 1:03 pm
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I need a little help from all my dog buds…how do you keep your humans from leaving you for a long time? Mom and Dad tricked us. They left after putting all their clothes in some bags and putting them in the car. Me ‘n’ Max laid down to sleep while we thought they were out slaving for our greenies. We woke up at night and went to stand at the garage door but they never came home. The nerve! Instead, this girl named Lynn came and she brought some clothes of hers. We knocked her down running to see if Mom and Dad were behind her. She said “Scout & Max, you will be having me serve your every want and need for a few days. Is there anything you would like for me to do?” Now how much barking does it take for the message “leave!” to be transmitted?
In all fairness, she was rather nice and tried to get us to sleep with her at bedtime. We got to go outside to pee, got our food and wait, it gets better… walks 2x a day!! Mom sometimes doesn’t want to walk us so we are lucky if we get walks everyday. She tells Dad she is just avoiding being dragged down the sidewalk and hurting her other knee. This Lynn gal brought these sticks with her and would bang them together. She called it fiber art. What is that? Why would you do that if you could be licking yourself instead? She told us all about her boyfriend and how they would go parking. Oops.. guess her secret is out! You try holding your pee all day and then submitting as a furry mannequin at night. I do not do soap operas, knitting or modeling --- I hunt wild prey, my true calling… Not having doggy sweaters put on me. Max, he was a total wuss. He loved it so much that I’m thinking about entering him in a contest called “The Dog”. I think he’ll be in his glory with all that fairy dust after they put the crown on his itty bitty ears. I told him just bring back all the food that you win and if you please, our Mom and Dad.
September 13th 2005 11:17 am
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My grand adventure as a companion animal. Wow, did I ever have a fun time!!! I didn’t know what Mom was up to when she shoved that peanut butter in me again. But I sure wasn’t happy when she stuck that yellow scarf on me along with the “owie, mommie you’re choking me”collar that I won after she hurt her knee. We went to a big place with lots of people and silver tubes smashing to the ground and going off into the sky. I looked at her and wondered why Daddy and Max were leaving me? Max didn’t have no stinking yellow scarf on and he was laughing at me as they drove off. Next she took me into the airport while people made a fuss over me. There were all these beeping noises going off but all the men in blue wanted to do was pet me, talk to me like I am a big baby and make funny faces. I would have growled at them but mom was pulling on my collar so I couldn’t breathe to warn me no funny crap or she’ll drag me down the hall of shame.
Next thing I know we were pushed into one of the tubes and she pushed me down onto the floor in front of her seat. I wasn’t allowed to walk, run or play. I think she tricked me again too with the peanut butter because I slept for a while after a way bumpier ride than I have had in boats but without the water. Once we crashed to ground, all these people were running around with bags to get out. They weren’t making any room for me so I tried to crawl under some seats to the front because I had to go pee bad. Mom said no!! She pulled me out and let me get off with her but made me wait. And then we ran and ran to get outside. That was the longest pee of my life. And it was hot, hot like hades where I was born. Some lady was there to pick us up and she said hi to me, told me her name was Jodi and that we were going camping. Camping??? No idea what it means….
We got in the car and went to a Quintana Inn. They said we were sleeping there so I wondered if Daddy and Max would be there but noooooo, we were met by 2 other dogs. Their names were Sophie and Deaus. Deaus started barking and growling at me so Sophie thought she had to do it too. Nobody out-barks me so I went right back at them to show my stuff. Then Mom and I went to my room. Jodi bought us food, wonderful Jodi….how did she know I would be hungry for my french fries? Then I fell asleep and next thing I know it's morning, Mom was trying to make me go poop. I couldn’t because there was no grass and it was hot. I tried and tried. Then Sophie came out and did a big monster one and that helped me to poop. I wanted to outsize her to show her I am all man.
Then we got in the car to go on a long, long drive to Caleeforna. I slept all the way and Sophie let me move all around while Deaus was a baby and stayed on his mom’s lap. Fine by me, Sophie is my girl now! We got to the camping place and it looked like we were gonna be outside in funny looking triangles with all these other dogs that looked just like me. All talking like me – arrrrrrooooooo!!!!! They made dinner, I could smell it but they wouldn’t let me near the food. I was far away from mom and the food, so I barked and barked and howled. Then mom made me go to the bed in the orange triangle. It must have been from Bermuda and I was afraid we would get lost and never come home again. I was nervous all night and woke her up in the morning by stepping on her face. She opened the tent to show me we were still in the place called Cali.
We spent 3 days there with people and all kinds of shibas like me. Mom let me stand outside the food tent (that’s what they are really called and you don’t get lost forever) and see her. People pet me and took pictures of me. I got to go down to the lake and bite the wave bubbles. I fell in love with the little dogs that dig holes in the ground and pop up and down. They come from the prairie and I couldn’t take them home with me. I got to go on long walks with mom and also see a real honest to god dogfight! I felt bad for the 2 dogs, Deaus and Nicco. They hurt themselves and were bleeding but maybe they’ll learn to eat instead like me and be happy just to be fat and lazy like King Scout.
The bad news is I had to go home the same way I got to Caleeforna. In a flying, smash to the ground tube. This time, I tried to climb up into an empty seat and hide under the airplane blanket. After a while, the airline lady came and found me hiding. She made me get on the floor, mean lady. But then we banged to the ground and ran, ran outside to pee where Daddy and Max were!! Max and I were so happy to see each other. Max jumped on the window and I jumped on the car to see him. What a big trip my Mom took on me. If you can go out west, see if you can get your mom or dad to drive you… it’s more fun and you don’t have to hold all your pee. You can get to chase prairie dogs in and out of their holes too like a game! And hold Begging Bongs around the campfire to torture your owners.....
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