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| Shiba Storiesplease submit your original stories and poetry to Lynbir1@aol.com A Special Thank You to Bruce and Peggy Alexander for the wonderful "Josie" stories The Frog King and The Royal Shiba
Hi everyone --- this is Josie, The Shiba-Inu of Sudden Valley Washington! Thought it was time for a short story for Christmas -- A few days ago my humans had just arrived home on a Friday night and….. "What a week….(Dad said) Mom shaking her weary head, said yes…oh Josie – you make us so glad to come home!! Shiba Inus rush to their "parents" and greet them like they’ve been gone since the middle ages …. Always making those good genes rush around in the human body that keeps the humans healthy! Tonight was no exception!! And of course the alternative motive was that I was ready for my evening walk and to be fed…. After the walk, Dad had settled down to his paper and with a little coaxing I got the old man to actually toss my baseball (yes, …. What Shiba-Inu doesn’t have their OWN baseball.. and mom had decided to go up stairs and change clothes. Then we tossed my teddy bear and I showed him that I still ruled the house by shaking him mercilessly. A few dog cookies and I had once again, established who ruled this house. Dad watched out of the corner of his eye as my cute curly red sesame tail bobbed upstairs. A few minutes later --- panic set in! Mom came downstairs and asked where I was? Dad said "…thought she went up stairs with you??" "..No… she is not up stairs. Did you put her on the deck?" I said, "no… I don’t remember doing that; last I saw she was chasing her ball for you. As I went out to the deck looking for Josie, I heard the sound of rain hitting the skylights over head and looked out front… NO Josie. I then walked on the deck and called her name… no Josie. I went to either side of the deck (all fenced in) and No Josie. "Peg, she must be inside… she is not out here. Besides, I wouldn’t have put her out in the rain… (… yet, I couldn’t remember IF I had put her out) Josie has played these games before of simply going off under, over, behind something and taking a nap so that nothing bothers her royal highness.. I could see it (panic) in Peggy’s eyes. Already the tears were welling up. Last Summer, shortly after Josie came to live with us… as a four month old puppy, she had escaped from us for six hours. We live in a well forested area, but with many neighbors around us – and other dogs, coyotes, raccoons, etc. so we were literally beside ourselves. All of this, as our eyes met, was being replayed fast paced again… had she gotten out somehow? We called her name Josie Josie Josie…. Dead silence. Nothing! Both of us went back into the house calling her name. We turned on every light in the house… a Piper Club
might have taken our house for the Bellingham International Airport at this point… we looked for her in all of her
favorite hiding spots when she wants to be alone… (in THAT Shiba mood!) Under the beds --- Nope! Under our
desks…Nope! We both ran out onto the deck calling her name. We checked the gate… secure. No holes in the plastic webbing surround the spindles on the deck railings. I remembered a few days ago she stood up with her front paws on the top of the gate… that little sesame tail wagging her behind at the sight of her Mom getting out of the car. The little circle Shiba dance as her mom came up the stairs… would I see this dog again? Panic stricken, I called the Sudden Valley Security and reported Josie missing. They knew immediately who she was, since Josie is very much a favorite dog in the valley. I also called the Valley Market and Deli and asked they inquire of customers if they see this red sesame curly tailed dog…. To call us. The night seemed so blacked…. I looked at Peggy and saw her eyes misting more. She said, "I’m going to drive around her block where we walk her… you stay here in case she comes back. By now we had both checked the house three and four times… As Peg drove away, I went back through for a fifth time into our bedroom… calling her more out of frustration…. I opened the sliding glass doors to our bedroom closet for the umpteenth time… nothing.. Peg returned --- and mumbled something about …. I dunno. Too many choked back tears. I tried to encourage her by saying, the last time she came back around 10:15 – (but I thought --- that was Summer and it was still fairly light with a full moon…) I started feeling sick at my stomach…. My eyes searched the woods around the house…. The large search light saw nothing but wet leaves and old trees… nothing moved. I rang the door bell downstairs and told Peg, "I’m going to drive up the hill…. I hear some dogs barking… maybe…" She said OK. I went back up stairs and got my wallet since I noticed the car was sitting on empty. As I walked down the stairs into the garage… I called her name again and shined my light into the darkest areas.. No Josie! As I opened the car door and sat heavily down into the seat and started to turn the key… I heard Peg’s voice… I opened the door and looked up on the deck to see what she had to say…. And there she was holding JOSIE! I had not seen the dog run up the stairs!!! I had left the gate opened in case she came home.. How??? Where??? I asked??? Peg replied, "…Bruce, you will never believe this…. She was in our closet!!! I replied, "No way…. I looked in there four times myself! Peg said, "so did I… except this last time as I reached for my coats… I saw some motion… and then one of her red ears… I touched the ear …. And she Jumped out into my arms, tail wagging and kissing me…. There were no more tears…only a big very happy smile on my bride of 31 years face…. She said come on up….. I shook my head and said… "NO…." I need to go get some gas for the car… and calm down. This Peek-A-Boo Shiba….nearly gave me a heart attack!! As I drove down to the gas station I thought of all the love that the Shiba Inu brings a family. Of all the antics…. Of all the things one forgets that puppy’s do after not having a puppy for so long. I thought what an empty Christmas it would have been without that rascal Shiba…. I also thought, she should get a sock full of coal for scaring us so. So, we had a long talk about playing Peek-A-Boo…. And all Josie could say was… "…heck, it was just a game…. And just think…. You couldn’t find me old man after looking in the same spot four times! In fact, it took a woman to find me …. And after all, you know Shiba Inus only come when we feel like it…. At that point I suggested her royal highness Shiba Inu find a nice warm spot far away from a very perturbed human father and take a nap!! Merry Christmas to our fellow Shiba Families!
The Custom Shiba-Inu Screen Door Hi Everyone!! Ms Josie-san here -- Thought it was about time I sent ya a ‘paw-print’ or two about how the training (J) sessions are going with my new humans - The Alexander’s of Sudden Valley! First off, I’ve a special note for my Shiba cousines at the Taichung-Shiba Kennel. I’ve found a sure fire way for every Shiba pup to get their OWN screen door!!! Yep—quite by accident (or sorts -- maybe by Shiba methodology) as I was flying at cyber speed (that’s geek computer talk – my humans talk that way sometimes – I basically ignore them…) anyway…. I was a Mach III zigging down the stairs (4 steps at a time) --- leaped about three feet in the air (Dad thought I was an oversized flying squirrel from Ohio) – and landed on the plastic mat --- skidded within an inch of the second set of stairs (4 more steps) –did a mini-roll .. hit the last step with my rear left paw ---- and bam ---right out through the screen door onto the deck…. BINGO – I found MY OWN way out the door onto the SUNNY WARM DECK!!! Cool, eh? Well, I thought so… Then I heard her bellowing my name --- not so kindly matter of fact… (at least I think it was my name with a few adjectives attached) and my new mom, Peggy – was screeching at me like a banshee pointing those long fingers at her screen now flapping in the cool Summer breeze… (guess she wasn’t into TOTAL air conditioning) But then, I couldn’t believe it--- that woman went over pull the screen door out and used this funny little wheel thing – pushed on this wormy grey things against the screen and then popped the screen back in – and presto --- no more Shiba escape hatch—I’m a prisoner again… or at least SHE thought so… One must remember… Shibas come from the ancient land… Japan, and I had just discovered a wonderful new Shiba puppy game… MY GAME…and had created my own self -exit if ya know what I mean! Let’s see… ah yeah…. Stealthily work my way back up to the third level… spin around… Launch at Mach III from the top of the stairs --- down the first eight stairs --- bank a sharp left to port – sprint down the other four stairs – LEAP three feet into the air – (yeah--- that’s the ticket…) hit the plastic mat skidding – roll over down the last three stairs – punt from the last one and DIVE DIVE DIVE --- BAMMMOOOOOO right through the repaired screen for yet another SHIBA TOUCH-DOWN!! Yep, Shiba 2….. Mom 0 And let me tell ya Shiba kennel cousins – that woman can screech like a banshee!!! Of course I let it go in one pointy ear and out the other --- after all --- I’m A SHIBA-INU… and I needed a short rest… Laying with one stealth eye open and ears at alert… I watch her take the screen door off again – step over that damn wooden gate blocking my exit off the deck (that’s my next target) and while she was down there, I boldly padded over to those funny looking gray wormy things she uses to keep pressing the screen back down into the door frame and…. Hey, we’re teething OK… Yuck… these taste funny and are so easy to chew and spit out into a million little noodle pieces… Wow –wont’ mom be proud – I made her two long single strips into… ekwiciekwi$#(@#)C))). Ahhh… she was a LITTLE more excited then I thought – and this necessitated a break neck Mach IV speed trip to Dad’s office and jumping into his lap for the loving care I so richly deserve!! Enter mom ( AKA Hurricane Peggy ) and she was speaking in a very strange language indeed… sure got Dad’s attention as he grumbled about going into town again and looking for his checkbook. Well they shut the glass sliding door while they were gone – and try as I may , my cousins, I just couldn’t paw the glass away! Still working on it --- if anyone in the Shiba Kennel Network (our own cyberspace) solves this… let me know. Anyway, they came home and damned if they don’t pull that screen door out again and lay it on the deck. This time MOM CUTS A HOLE IN IT….(ahhh… me thinks… wise woman… the better for my escape route… no messing the top hairs in that dive --- but no…. she put on this little swinging door… IMAGINE… A SHIBA-INU SWINGING SCREEN DOOR !!!! Now I have MY OWN screen door --- and Dad and Mom have theirs !!! So my dear Shiba Kennel Cousins – that’s the story of how you too – can get your own doggy screen door!! Love,
Hi everyone, this is "Josie - the Shiba-Inu of Sudden Valley Washington" A few days ago I was out patrolling my deck when I heard the sound of a dragon. Racing around the corner, I saw the 6' monster attacking my dads arm. I rushed forward and felt it's hot breath and heard it's deafening roar!!! Suddenly, my eyes saw a trillion devils swirling all around me --- all colors --- quietly trying to encircle me. I bounced back and arched my back and reached deep within my Shiba Puppyhood to bring forth the fiercest growl I had inside my blood line of the ancient ancestors -- But to my dismay -- the colored devils continued swarming toward me -- to my right, my left, over my head, between my legs they raced toward me --- and my poor dad -- still had this thing attached to his right arm with it's long, long, orange tail stretching across the deck--- I gathered my courage and ran forward leaping over the colored devils, side- stepping that vicious orange tail and lunged with all my strength and bit the dragons head off -- and it roared even louder --- with its remaining short snout -- and then Dad ROARED at me --- for snipping the dragons head off!!! Astounded I leaped back --- the black dragon lay upon the deck silent. Dad was yelling for mom to come and get me!! Was I wounded ??? I saw no blood??? Wagging my curly Shiba Puppy tail I looked for a 'well done puppy' -- instead -- Dad complained to mom to take me inside....he said I had just broken off the top part of his leaf blower -- and he wasn't a happy camper about my wonderful assistance!!! Just goes to show ya -- life isn't always easy when you try to save your human master from a dreadful black
dragon with a long orange (extension chord) tail. Love, Josie
Notice to All New Shiba Inu Owners It has come to my attention once again, that our Shiba Inu, Josie, has been sending our unauthorized email poking fun at her parents. While we have discussed this in detail, those of you who are new Shiba owners (actually the Shiba thinks they OWN you) should be aware of a few very important details.
Laughing --- YOU are laughing --- or nay, nay --- even tonight I received the 'flying Shiba bowel' in the left knee because I was not moving fast enough to provide her highness the cold treat she has become accustomed to! The 'red ice cream bowl' has puppy teeth marks to indicate the level of pain that will be inflicted upon the human who fails to provide the flavored (except chocolate) treat in an acceptable and most timely manner. Our 'highness' has perfected the art of the ancient Samurai Kendo method of launching the bowl from her mouth at an angle guaranteed to hit the human anatomy for maximum impact and definitely gain attention. The cute pointed ears now have the electronic fingerprint capable of detecting the cardboard lid being lifted off the top of Tilamook French Vanilla at 500 paces! The nose can detect ice cream at a 1/4 mile and the tongue, given the opportunity, will attempt to lap through your body to recover any ice cream that was not shared in the appropriate proportions (Shiba 6 spoonfuls -- Human 1.5 spoonfuls is the intended distribution by Shiba, Shiba and Inu International Measurement Standards, Inc. Don't say I didn't warn you --- our family (as dictated by the Shiba Inu Court system) now attends Tillamook Therapy every third evening until we can resolve the equitable distribution of Tillamook. Negotiations continue flavor by flavor -- and the Shiba shows no signs of wearing down. Every medium size round cardboard tub is carefully scrutinized as it comes out of the grocery sacks for any indication of withholding of Tillamook -- OK, so go ahead -- laugh -- but don't say I didn't' warn you --- I've gotta go --- there is some serious wailing at the door and the growls have started -- just two more bites of this tillamkkkkeoeooeooeoeoo Oh, Hi Josie --- ice cream???? why no, I've not ---- yewoooekwduek
The Frog King and The Royal Shiba. Once upon a time there was a Royal Shiba Inu who lived in a castle with the King and Queen. The King and Queen had many dogs, but the Royal Shiba outshone them for miles in beauty and poise, if not for obedience. The Royal Shiba was much loved by the King and Queen, who gave her all she wanted in the way of affection and earthly things. The Royal Shiba had a golden tennis ball which she prized very much and played with often. One day, the King was playing with the Royal Shiba in the great, dark forest near the castle. The Royal Shiba was off-lead, proving that, while the King and Queen were wise and just, they still did not realize the full drawbacks of owning a Royal Shiba. However, the King took the chance and started playing a game with the Royal Shiba that included the golden ball. During the game, the King threw the ball far into the bushes. Unbeknownst to the Royal Shiba and the King, the golden ball had bounced into a small well that lay under some kind of tree. Despite the yells and entreaties of the King, the Royal Shiba shot off after the ball, but could not find the ball anywhere and started to whimper and sniff around the last place that the ball had bounced. Suddenly, a small voice spoke up from the well. "I can get your ball for you, if you let me be your friend, and sit by you at your little table, and eat out of your Royal golden dog bowl, and drink out of your Royal water-dish, and sleep on the Royal bed." Unfortunately for the frog, he did not quite realize who he was dealing with. A Shiba is not predisposed to heed anything that is not obviously forthcoming and moreover, a Shiba has a high prey-drive. But, due to his announcement, she did notice the frog himself. When the King finally ran into the clearing, he found the Royal Shiba playing with a very dead frog near a little well under a tree. The golden tennis ball was never found, but the King found an empty plastic pop bottle that worked just as well for games with the Royal Shiba. He was, of course, very careful in the future to either play with the Royal Shiba in the Royal Gardens or have her on a Flexi-lead when playing in or near the forest, as he realized that the Royal Shiba could not be trusted off-lead. And all the characters in the tale, except for the frog, lived happily ever after. By: Julie MacArthur (AKA The LoneWolf)
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