Sunday, August 30, 2009
My owners got this crazy idea of buying these vitamin effervescent tablets that dissolve in water. It would not be such a bad idea except it is chicken liver flavor. The water bowl now looks like there is pee in it, and it smells terrible. I refused to drink from it all day yesterday eventhough it was 106 outside. Finally I drank a little from it, and it was so gross. What were they thinking?
Friday, August 21, 2009
According to this, http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32349079/ns/health-pet_health/ dogs are smart. Nothing new there. Now researchers have determined that an average dog knows 165 words, the level of a human 2 year old, and the smarter 20% of dogs know 250 words. For me, I know my name, "Hoppy", "eat", "food", "treat", "are you hungry", "walk", " let's go out", and "car". Not much else are worth knowing.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
My owners tried to put this new seat belt harness on me so that I do not have to be in a crate when we travel in the car. But I did not like anyone touching my dainty paws to put my front leg into the harness, so I yelped as loud as I possibly could and cried bloody murder. I even snapped at them, a big no-no. Oops. I am the same way when they tried to cut my nails. Anyway, they gave up on the idea of the seat belt, and I am back using the crate when travelling in a car. Used doggie seat belt for sale, anyone? :-)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Last night I woke up everyone with my feroucious barks. I had cornered a raccoon in the yard, and was trying to get it while it hid high up on a planter. It was about twice as big as me, but, hey, I am a hunter. When it made its escape, I chased after it, with my owners screaming for me to get away from it. I wonder why. Did any of you shibas out there ever try to hunt for animals bigger than you? How did your owners prevent that? We also got Bobcats in the area, so now they are scared that I will be going after these bigger "preys". They rather I stay with birds and lizards....and those silly tennis balls.
Monday, August 3, 2009
This weekend, I went to the beach for the first time. When we got out of the car, I was afraid of the waves because they were loud and made my dainty little paws get wet. My owners cruelly forced me to get into the water, and I tried with all my might to get back to the car. I did enjoy sniffing at all the seaweed, and catching flies that hung around the seaweed. After about an hour of being cruelly forced to stand in the water, I made a little game of jumping over the waves and running around. After i finished hanging out at the beach, I spent the whole car ride home grooming my dainty little paws. My owners made a video of me at the beach. Check it out at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-eTodMJe-o.