2 shibas

2008-06-08T21:02:00.009-04:00

It's been exactly one year since Fievel attacked this innocent bird.

He was too young to fly, and his mom wouldn't help him

once he got the scent of dog and human on his feathers.

So, we took him in, named him Miles, and fed him pot roast.

It was extremely difficult to find a place willing to accept him because he wasn't a "raptor"and, therefore, not deemed very important in our region. After a lot of phone calls and internet searches, we found a wonderful wildlife rehabilitation center willing to take him in, where he was greeted by dozens of other little fledgling robins who were injured or abandoned, too. The great people who run the center assured us that the injuries Fievel inflicted on Miles were not serious, and that he would make a full recovery before being released back into the wild.

I know that wild birds aren't meant to live with humans - it was the FIRST thing listed on every website I visited while he cried and chirped from his shoe box in the garage. But it was so hard to say goodbye to him. He only lived with us for 24 hours, but his innocence and resilience really pulled at my heartstrings.

I like to think that he recovered quickly and that he had a grand and triumphant return to the wild. I like to think that he made some friends in rehab who joined him on his journey back to our neighborhood, where he met a nice lady and settled down and built a nest near our house. And maybe, on a really nice day, he'll sit high atop a tree branch and crap on Fievel's head.

2008-05-26T23:17:00.007-04:00

Do you think I look like a kangaroo?

My mom loves my looooooong feet.

If you get really close to your monitor you can probably smell the corn chip scent.

No? Well, if you're looking for a cheap way to maintain short whiskers,

get yourself a younger sister who likes to chew on your face.

Love,

Wiley

s.o.s.

2008-05-14T09:03:00.005-04:00

UPDATE

Wiley was like a new man last night - even before he ate his gourmet dinner.

The problem seems to have fixed itself, but I will continue to keep an eye on him

and spoil him with extra petties and belly rubs.

Thanks to everyone for their advice and good wishes!

Fievel has made a full recovery, but Wiley is *still* under the weather.

He's been having digestive problems (ahem, diarrhea) since SUNDAY!

He's eating his normal food and acting fine otherwise, but shouldn't he be better by now?

I've heard that canned pumpkin is good for settling a dog's stomach, but the can I had

in my cabinet expired in April 2005 (guess I never got around to making that pumpkin pie!). I'm going to bring home a fresh can tonight, but how much should I give him?

Please leave a comment if you have any experience with this, or if you have ideas or advice

for other ways to help him. I really hope I don't have to take him to the dreaded V.E.T.!!!

Thank you, guys!

Every dog mom has her day

2008-05-11T11:28:00.005-04:00

Wiley is pooped. Pun intended.

There is a shiba virus running rampant in our home. On Mother's Day.

I won't disclose the horrific details, lest you lose your appetite at your Mother's Day brunches.

Be nice to your moms today! And don't lose your lunch!

Seasonal Ponderings

2008-04-27T15:26:00.003-04:00

Do you smell that?

It's SPRING!

Wiley, pondering the weather.

Fievel, pondering how she'll get through the new heavy duty screen.

HAPPY SPRING, EVERYDOG!

When Embarrassment Pays Off...

2008-04-19T15:49:00.004-04:00

Wiley's previous post, which revealed his less-than-masculine side,

has been nominated for Post of the Month at the Bone Zone!!!

He'd love your support. You can vote for him here.

(Thanks for the nod, Sparky!)

Press Release!!!

2008-04-16T20:12:00.012-04:00

Some of you may have been wondering where Fievel has been.

Here, Fievel takes a break from another grueling day in the studio.

After a fight with Wiley (and a long talk with her therapist), Fievel has decided

to finally do something constructive with her overly competitive nature,

desperate need for attention, and fiercely good looks . . .

We are proud to announce that Fievel will be competing

on the upcoming season of "Dancing with the Shibas."

*No word yet on who Fievel will be partnered with. Any male canine dancers

who think they have what it takes to join this bitch in the spotlight can leave their

credentials in the comments section for consideration.*

Public Service Announcement!

2008-04-10T21:24:00.013-04:00

Wiley thought that just because it was dark outside, no one would see him peeing like a girl.

Beware! When you're the subject of a famous dog blog, the paparazzi are EVERYWHERE!!!

(He's lucky it's acceptable for shibas to go commando or he'd be next in line for rehab!)

Is there anydog OUT THERE?

2008-04-06T17:55:00.007-04:00

Okay, so I'm *finally* back after a ridiculously long and totally human-inflicted hiatus. But honestly? It feels kind of anticlimactic to me. I mean, I was so excited for my big comeback, but it took so long to get here that it kind of lost its luster. Ya know what I mean?

The whole scenario is kind of like the New Kids on the Block's appearance on the Today Show. There was so much hype about it, but once the internet leaked it everyone knew it was coming. So you'd think they would have stepped it up a notch, right? But they kinda fell flat. That's what I feel I've done and I apologize. I kept you at the edge of your seats and now that I've come back I have nothing to say other than "I'm Wiley, and I'm a Capricorn." Ugh.

I'm not washed up, and I don't think I look like a wax figure of the shiba I used to be, but I know that I have no excuse for what I've done to my adoring fans. But on second thought, I don't have an agent (or wrinkles and gray hair) so maybe I still have a chance?

Hangin' Ruff,

Wiley

A Pointer Saves the Day!

2008-04-03T09:06:00.003-04:00

Since we still can't bring you pictures of ourselves, we give you this! An amazing story about an amazing dog . . . and pictures of a baby kangaroo! A joey! A tiny little roo!

Kangaroo Story

*gagging from all the cuteness*

Wiley & Fievel

Holy crap...our mom is dumb.

2008-03-28T22:38:00.001-04:00

Is anyone even checking our blog anymore?

We got an awesome new computer, but our stupid mom can't figure out how to upload pictures! WTD?

Ugh...we hope to be back soon. We miss you guys!

xo,
Wiley & Fievel

Long Time No Post

2008-01-14T11:55:00.000-05:00

No, the shibas are not still on the couch waiting for Santa Paws. He came down the chimney at approximately 1:12 a.m. and left presents in their stocking - so many presents that the stocking stretched about a foot in length. We think they must have tricked jolly ol' St. Nick into thinking they were good all year long.

So much has happened since then - it was my Barkday and the shibas showered me with affection (although they did not make me a cake); the four of us got to stay home and do NOTHING for over a week; it snowed a lot; we ate a lot; and last night the shibas joined their dad in celebrating the NY Giants' victory over the Dallas Cowboys. This was a particularly monumental occasion in our house.

Unfortunately, the shibas haven't been able to post about ANY of this because their computer is on its last leg. Not even leg - more like toe. Pinky toe to be exact.

This has been very hard for them because they feel they've lost their only artistic outlet. Shortly after the computer became ill, Wiley began experimenting with painting pictures in the snow. He seemed less than enthusiastic about only having yellow to work with, so he gave up. Fievel took to performance art, but when her dad and I found her poop-flinging act to be gross, rather than hauntingly brilliant, she gave up, too. Now they just kind of wander around the house as if looking for something they've misplaced.

They send me to work each day with strict instructions to check on their friend Poppy's recovery; the operation effort to bring Beau home; Sophina la Brador's liver; and everything in between. I try to find time throughout the day to visit all of their friends, but I haven't been able to leave many comments. This has not made the shibas very happy.

On behalf of Wiley and Fievel, I apologize for our long absence from the blogosphere and we hope you're all well! The shibas will regain their artistic voice in a few days when their computer is back up and running. It should be interesting to see how they'll sum up these past few weeks! So, stay tuned! In the meantime - since a post without a picture just isn't a post - here are some oldies but goodies. There's nothing like shiba eye-candy...morning, noon, and night! I eat it up!

-Wiley & Fievel's mom

When is he going to get here already?...

2007-12-24T22:00:00.000-05:00

Santa Paws may be magical, but he certainly isn't prompt. *yawn*

Does this fur make my butt look big?

2007-12-14T23:51:00.001-05:00

Wiley may tell you differently, but I am still a size 6.

-Fievel

Happy Barkday, Daddy!

2007-12-09T00:54:00.000-05:00

We have a nice, cozy house, but we don't pay a mortgage. We've never seen the inside of a grocery store, but we get fresh water and food every day. We've never been sick, but we get shots and take pills to keep us healthy. We don't know what money is, but we feel like the richest Shibas in the world.

Here's to you, Daddy! Thank you for working hard every day so our lives can be comfortable and carefree. We are so lucky to have you!

Happy Barkday! We love you sooooooooo much!

With love,
Wiley & Fievel

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Pssst...

2007-12-08T09:39:00.001-05:00

Tomorrow is our dad's Barkday! We're working really hard on a special gift for him. Check back tomorrow to see what it is!

xo,
Wiley & Fievel

SNOW FUN!

2007-12-02T21:50:00.001-05:00

It snowed today! The really soft, powdery, blustery kind that just makes you want to RUN!

Can you even see me? Am I too fast for you?

xo,
Wiley

Pee Ess: My ridiculous outfit will make sense eventually. All in due time...

Staircase of Doom? . . .

2007-11-30T19:49:00.000-05:00

Every night our humans go UP the staircase, completely lethargic and sad. The next morning they come DOWN the staircase, and they are just as lethargic and sad, but then they leave the house for hours at a time!!!

This ritual obviously doesn't make them happy, so why do they do it?

Maybe they should just stay on the stairs with us? We are not lethargic and we are not sad!

The humans really are a strange breed, aren't they?...

xo,
Wiley & Fievel

Thanksgiving At Home = LOTS of Dirty Dishes!

2007-11-27T20:48:00.000-05:00

Hosting Thanksgiving means having lots of leftovers, but it also means having LOTS of dirty dishes. I swear, I have been cleaning FOR DAYS . . .

And days . . .

And days!

Wiley may have worked the day of Thanksgiving, but who do you think has been picking up the slack ever since?

*burp*

Fievel

I worked hard for the turkey...so hard for the turkey...

2007-11-22T23:03:00.000-05:00

Thanksgiving was at MY HOUSE this year, which meant we had to work. My mom was assigned to cooking the turkey, Dad was assigned to the carving the turkey, and I was assigned to quality control.

Yup, Grandpa is satisfied with his meal. (Are you sure, Grandpa? Do you want my input before you give your final answer?)

Grammy is satisfied, too. (Really, Grammy? I can help you decide if it's juicy and tender enough before you give your final answer?!?!)

I wasn't sure if our guests were just telling me what I wanted to hear so I could submit a satisfactory report to my Project Manager. So, I decided to inspect the turkey myself, just to be safe. I didn't want to mess up my first assignment as Quality Control Specialist, after all!

Yeah, I guess it met my standards and held up to all codes.

I phoned in my report to my Project Manager and promptly punched in my time card before taking a long, much-needed nap. This working stuff isn't as easy as it looks!

I hope all of our American pup and human friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

xo,
Wiley

Pee Ess: Fievel did absolutely nothing to contribute, yet Mom gave her a plate of turkey anyway. WTD?

Ding Ding Ding!

2007-11-21T10:24:00.000-05:00

There is an 18-pound turkey defrosting on the counter . . .

And it better be for me!

xo,
Fievel

Sunday Secrets

2007-11-18T15:49:00.000-05:00

When we were sunbathing yesterday and my tail was in Fievel's face . . .

. . . I had serious gas.

Bwah-ha-ha-ha!

xo,
Wiley

Saturday Sunbathing

2007-11-17T19:47:00.000-05:00

Yes, that's Wiley's tail in the foreground. And, no. His face will not appear on this post.

xo,
Fievel

Factoid and Confusion

2007-11-15T10:36:00.000-05:00

Our mom learned today that the plural of Shiba Inu is Shiba Inu.

i.e., Daddy is holding two Shiba Inu.
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Therefore, she thinks the plural of Shiba is most likely Shiba!

i.e., There are two Shiba asleep on the couch.
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To make a long, boring English lesson short . . . she's saying that our blog is ALL WRONG! We aren't "2 SHIBAS!" And no, this blog isn't "FOR THE LOVE OF SHIBAS!"

i.e., OUR WHOLE LIVES HAVE BEEN A LIE and we are PEE O'D!
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We like our blog the way it is but with Anal McEnglish Pants in the house it's going to be PRETTY hard to let this one slide. What should we do? Obey the laws of English and change everything we know and love, or contact an editor at Doglish New World Dictionary and see about getting it changed?

We realize this is exhausting and mind-numbingly stupid, but mom made us do it.

xo,
Wiley & Fievel

Um, what is going on here?

2007-11-13T15:49:00.001-05:00

Why is a shiba featured on the cover of this book?

And, more importantly, how did they get that shiba into custody? Holy crap you guys, do you think they're conducting experiments on him? Or torturing him until he spills his beans about why some of us exhibit these "problem" behaviors?

What if we're next?!?!?!?!

Scared senseless,
Wiley & Fievel

Dog's best friend

2007-11-11T13:20:00.000-05:00

Whoever declared Dog as man's best friend must have been a Dog himself.

I love you, Daddy!

xo,
Wiley

Friday: The Mystery Deepens

2007-11-10T02:47:00.000-05:00

I was waiting for Sir or Madame Friday to arrive so I could put a face with the name and get some tips on the whole "power-over-humans" thing. I looked out the window all day for him/her to show up, but this was all I saw.

I was so tired from all the waiting, so I took a nap . . . just to rest my eyes.

And since Fievel likes to copy me, she took a nap, too.

I forgot to set an alarm and we totally overslept. By the time we woke up, Sir or Madame Friday had already come and gone! And it looked like this outside!

WTD? Friday's powers can make the humans bonkers with joy *and* it can bring snow? I'm telling you . . . it's getting more mysterious by the minute.

xo,
Wiley

(Pee Ess: I exercised a little artistic freedom here. The snow picture was taken tonight, but the autumnal picture was actually taken on October 5th. Friday is powerful, but not so powerful that it can take the leaves off the trees *and* make it snow all in one day! Or can it? Hmmmm.)

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

2007-11-07T21:11:00.000-05:00

Dear Sir or Madame Friday,

I'm not sure who or what you are, but your power over my humans is unDOGly. Your presence can make them walk on water, but your absence...oh, your haunting absence...it hangs over my house like a relentless cloud of doom that can make even the happiest shiba look like this:

Please . . . I beg of you, Sir or Madame Friday - whoever you are and wherever you are - can you please get here soon?

Amen and all that stuff,
Wiley

Pee Ess: When you get here, can we sit down for a minute to bark about, like, how you got to be so powerful and how I can channel some of that to get cheese and stuff? Thanks, man! (or woman!)

Shiba Games

2007-11-02T10:52:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I like to copy everything Wiley does . . . just to annoy him.

See?

I wonder how long it will take him to get mad?

-Fievel

How to Get Peanut Butter for Dummies: An Illustrated, Step-by-Step Guide

2007-10-28T16:01:00.000-04:00

1. Grow your nails until they resemble daggers.

Tip: If you're in a real pinch for time, avoid walking on pavement, cement, or any scratchy surface that may work as a nail filer.

Warning: If your daggers get too long before the humans notice, you may want to chew off just a *teeny* bit to avoid getting them stuck in the carpet or other loopy fabrics.
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2. When your humans get home from "work" and have just sat down to relax, jump up and place your front paws on their hind legs, inserting your daggers into their flesh while you take a long stretch.

(***There is no illustration available for this activity because the humans don't find it very humorous or entertaining???***)

Tip: Be sure to REALLY stretch. The kind where you insert and release the daggers several times while grunting and moving from side to side.

Warning: This technique will certainly get your humans to notice how long your nails have gotten, BUT if he/she happens to be wearing pants made of thin material, you could get into serious trouble.
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3. Make yourself appear upset when you see the nail clippers come out.

Tip: Use whatever works for you: pacing, panting, puppy dog eyes, etc. Be creative!

Warning: Only begin this technique once you're CERTAIN the nail clipping is about to begin. Otherwise the humans may think you've acquired a new neurosis which could translate into hours of pointless, grueling training and analysis.
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4. When your human takes hold of a paw to begin the clipping process, promptly squirm and pull said paw away from the device, as illustrated below.

Tip: Be sure to pull your paw away BEFORE your dagger has been strategically placed into the clipping device.

Warning: If you fail to follow the aforementioned tip, you could end up with a bloody paw. Owwwwwwwwie!
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5. At this point, the humans will begin blaming themselves for your obvious "discomfort" and "anxiety." (hee hee!) Before you know it - POOF - they hand you a KONG FILLED WITH PEANUT BUTTER!

Tip: Be grateful, but maintain an air of reservation. Begin to warily lick the peanut butter.

Warning: If you act too comfortable, they may think you've made progress which may mean NO peanut butter next time.
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6. Allow the humans to cut a few of the daggers at a time without a fuss.

Tip: You'll need to experiment and find the right balance between enjoying the peanut butter and pretending to be preoccupied with the clippers. I've found that letting them cut about 3-4 daggers at a time is perfect, but everydog is different.

Warning: If you stop licking the peanut butter too often or act TOO anxious they may give up and send you to a groomer or, worse, the V.E.T.
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7. Lick, lather, and repeat.

No tips or warnings necessary here - everydog knows rapid tongue movements are a must!
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Good luck! And remember: no matter *what* happens, always keep an eye on the prize!!!

Love,
Wiley

Wish I Were There...

2007-10-26T22:46:00.001-04:00

I really wanted to go to the pawty this weekend, but my mom didn't get me a Halloween costume. I tried to come up with one of my own, but I had nothing to work with. I even went through the laundry basket but what can you do with human underpants and socks other than eat them?

I would have been happy showing up as a can of pumpkin moosh, like Tanner.

Or even an actual pumpkin, like Sherman.

But it seems that Joe Stain's magic wand is working overtime and probably won't be able to make it here in time to transform me before for the pawty. He's super busy casting spells and stuff.

So, this is the best costume I could come up with on such short notice...sans props.

Is it scary enough for you? I was going for a post-modernist take on Munch's "Scream." I realize that without makeup and wardrobe it has a tendency to get lost in translation, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

Ugh. I guess I'll just hang out here and wait for fall-out from the trick-or-treaters. Have fun at the pawty without me!

Love,
Fievel

Operation Couch Arrest: Terminated

2007-10-23T22:44:00.000-04:00

In light of the situation in Southern California, I decided to terminate my couch arrest and take a moment to appreciate the things I take for granted.

I am thankful for so many things - like, tennis balls and peanut butter and PIZZA. But it never crossed my mind to be thankful for the stuff that Fievel can't steal from me - such as fresh air, a safe house, and clear skies that let the sun shine through the windows.

I'm so, so sad for all of the animals and humans affected by the wildfires in So. Cal. - not to mention all those trees, grassy patches, and structures that behold centuries of historic Pee Mail from our forefathers. My Auntie MoJo lost everything in a house fire last year and it was devastating - I just can't even comprehend loss at this magnitude. I am deeply saddened.

My heart goes out to all of my dog bloggin' friends who are braving this terrible storm. Please be safe.

Love,
Wiley

This is a Message from the Emergency DOGcast System - This is NOT a Test!

2007-10-21T15:35:00.000-04:00

Holy crap, everypup. I really need your help. See, my Mom put a comfy new rug in the kitchen because Fievel ate the old one. It's nothing fancy, but I like it. It gives me just the right support and the colors accent my red highlights. So, I innocently curled up for a nap.

But then you-know-who had to come and squeeze herself onto the rug, too. Why? Why does she insist on being so close to me?

It had been a long day and I didn't have the energy to fight. (And I sure as shi% wasn't going to sit there and deal with her biting my tail!) So, I had no choice but to surrender and hide under the couch. She's so dumb - she has NO idea where I am.

Needless to say I've been here ever since. I like it under here . . . I mean, it's kinda dark and hot, but it's amazingly quiet and peaceful. I'm thinking of taking up yoga or tai chi to help me channel the fantastical tranquility. I don't know - I'll deal with all the particulars at a later date, but in the meantime . . . if anypup could send me food, water, and a bone ASAP, I would *really* appreciate it. I'm STARVING and completely parched.

Thanks,
Wiley

Friends are the bacon bits in the salad bowl of life.

2007-10-18T22:22:00.000-04:00

We have our moments.

xo,
W&F

Cousin IT?

2007-10-14T20:28:00.000-04:00

Gotcha, it's just my hair! Don't I look so sleek and shiny post-grooming?

The Dyson came out shortly after this picture was taken. I'd rather not discuss it.

-Wiley

It's Finger Lakin' Good (to be home)!

2007-10-09T22:27:00.000-04:00

Whew. The people are finally back! They were smart enough to leave us with our best pal Maddie and her human dad, Uncle Brett. We received 5-star treatment (complete with steak and chicken hot-off-the-grill each night) but it only sort of lessened the blow when we found out where Mommy and Daddy were all week. They went to this place they love called the Finger Lakes in Upstate New York and stayed at this rockin' mansion without us!

Can you believe them? Check out the view from their balcony!

They went to a bunch of wineries and drank barrels of that gross red water that smells like paint thinner. I won't waste pictures on that . . . but listen to this. They cheated on us! Apparently they became "friends" with a stray cat who lives at the mansion and they fed her FILET MIGNON and SEAFOOD and BREAD! Look at it...so deviously licking its lips...

We totally would have loved chasing that little rat all over the patio. Ugh. And as if that weren't bad enough, they got to play with OTHER DOGS at some of the wineries! What do we look like? Chopped liver? (Mmmmm...chopped liver...)

Isn't this guy's coat totally awesome? It looks manly and sporty. Like me!

Seriously, another cat?!?! They're killing me!

Whoa...wait a minute. They saw horsies, too? Everydog knows they are one of my faaaaavorite things!!!

These mysterious Finger Lakes are looking more and more like they're fit for a shiba! For real - look at the sky! It looks like a stuffie exploded all over it. I totally would have killed to roll around in that!

Holy crap! The Finger Lakes are so cool, even human statues leave Pee-Mail! Remind me again why we couldn't come?

Oh, wait a minute...what does that sign say?

Yikes...I don't think this statue is leaving Pee-Mail anytime soon. Is this what happens to dogs who stay too long in the Finger Lakes? Hmmm...maybe we don't want to go?!?!

Okay, never mind...we don't care about the cool stuff we didn't get to see. We are just happy that we are still of flesh and blood and totally capable to leave Pee-mails whenever and wherever possible. (Fievel would like to stress the wherever part.)

I was so excited to see my people and get back to my house. I looked like this the whole ride home - sniffing in the familiar smells and just excited beyond words!

Fivel's totally clueless and probably didn't even know we were going home, so she looked like this.

But alas, we are HOME! Mommy and Daddy keep saying we're acting like we have hangovers. I guess I have been kinda tired.

Fievel, too.

What can we say? It's good to be home.

Love,
Wiley

Ah, crap.

2007-09-30T08:00:00.000-04:00

The suitcases are out and the people are all in a flutter. Oh, and Mom has been giving us extra petties and keeps telling us how much she's going to miss us. WTF?

Something tells me we won't be on the blog circuit until later next week. I wonder if we're going to stay with Uncle Brett and MADDIE?!?!?! Surely they wouldn't take us to a kennel?

Keep your paws crossed.

xo,
Wiley

P.S. We really want our friend Tadpole to play our Tagsie game because he is so funny and totally cracks us up. So Tad - there you go! Your nickname ends in a consonant - consider yourself TAGGED!

I Got Tagged!

2007-09-29T10:02:00.000-04:00

Poppy tagged everydog whose name ends in a “Y” to play this totally fun game. And guess what? MY name ends in a “Y” and you-know-who’s name DOESN’T! Poppy, you rule!

It’s a game that’s meant for the hairless Humans, so our Mom tried to alter it a little bit so it’s easier for everydog to answer. We hope that’s okay, Poppy!

Here it goes . . .

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (favorite stuffie + tail characteristic)
Wendell Curls-a-Lot

2. YOUR GANGSTER NAME: (favorite kong-filler + favorite cookie)
Peanut Butter Crunchie

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color + favorite animal species)
Orange Horsie

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name + city where you were born)
Pants New York (My mom can’t remember the name of the town – WTF?)

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name)
Kri-Wi

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (“The” + 2nd favorite color + favorite drink)
The Red Water (Is that what Mommy drinks out of wine glasses?)

7. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Arthur James

8. STRIPPER NAME: (your favorite scent + favorite treat)
Dead Animal Goldfish Cracker (Mom said this sounds like a really scary stripper)

9. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names)
Frances Daniel

10.TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your V.E.T.’s last name + a major city that starts with the same letter)
Coburn Copenhagen (that is so cool!)

11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday + favorite flower)
Autumn Daffodil (that name’s kinda femme for a guy of my stature.)

12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit + article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Pineapple Harnessy

13. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast + your favorite plant)
Kibble Weeds

14. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (“The” + Your favorite hobby + favorite weather element + “Tour”)
The Tennis-Ball-Catching Snow Tour (oooh, I likey!)

That was awesome. Now I will tag everydog whose name ends in a consonant to play! You guys are IT!

Wiley

Sleeping on a Cloud of Barkday Dreams . . .

2007-09-26T23:12:00.001-04:00

It may not have been my Barkday . . . but it's kinda comfy to reap the benefits.

Oh, sweet softness . . . enrapture me!

xo,
Wiley

Best.Barkday.Ever.

2007-09-24T20:17:00.000-04:00

Hi everydog and Hazel! It's me . . . the Barkday Girl! Sorry it took me so long to share the details of my pawty! It was so awesome - check this stuff out!

I got this cool PINK camo bone! It's super tough and pretty, just like me! (The coordinating green one is for Wiley . . . who already had his Barkday in June. WTD?)

I also got a PINK tire! Now I only need three more and then I'll be able to take a road trip to the next Disco Pawty on Jackman Ave. Woo hoo!

I also got this really cool aligator thingy.

Who now looks like this. Hee hee.

This thing is so funny to me. It's soft and squeaky and totally fun. I can't even explain it.

Oh! And I got a Bar-B-Chew Rib Rack! Did you hear that? MY OWN RIB RACK!!!

And a side of corn! Not just any corn, but corn that tastes LIKE BACON!

Sweet baby Jesus! Would you look at these bones?!?!?! They are filled with PEANUT BUTTER and some stuff called granola!

I didn't get all of my Barkday gifts at once, which I thought was kinda dumb and weird, but Mom thought that I would be "overwhelmed" and "possessive." Whatever. It ended up being even more fun to get a new toy here and there throughout the day. I was so totally excited, I even let Wiley join in on my Barkday fun!

We both wanted the tire.

But I got the PINK camo bone!

And Wiley knew the green one was for him.

But then I think my unexpected graciousness got to Wiley's head because he started to want EVERYTHING! Look at this!

And this!

I told him, "I'll let you have the corn, but don't even THINK about touching MY RIB RACK!"

I didn't let it out of my sight for the rest of the day.

Oh, and I got my corn and my PINK tire back, btw. I'm no idiot, and they're mine, after all.

It was around the time that I was just settling in for a nice, long chew when a certain rodent who has been stealing my food decided to CRASH MY BARKDAY PAWTY! Can you believe the nerve???? I have to admit that I was so deeply enthralled with my corn that I didn't even see him scurry beneath the couch. It wasn't until Daddy came creeping over with a strange metal contraption that I knew some THING or some RODENT had crashed my pawty.

I tried with all of my might to get the little bugger but Daddy got him first and spared his smelly life. Humans are so bizarre . . . doesn't Daddy realize that it would have been the perfect addition to my Bar-B-Chew extravaganza?!?!?!

Ugh. He set it free in the yard, but I'm telling you - if that little vermin sets foot in my house again or even THINKS about crashing another one of my pawties, his tail is mine! (And oh what a tail it is! Lick!)

That stupid mouse totally rained on my Barkday parade. But just when it seemed like my pawty couldn't be recovered, I saw a flicker of light coming from the kitchen. Daddy lifted me up and what to my wondering eyes did appear? A HUGE, super-sized PINK cupcake with a sparkling candle! Just for ME!

Mom said the cupcake looked like a little piggy when she bought it - it had ears and a snout and two little black eyes just like mine, but it fell over when she drove it home from the store. She tried to salvage it and was so upset that it got ruined but I was like, "Are you kidding me? I don't care!" She cut a piece off and gave it to me on my very own cocktail plate!

Wiley had some, too, but he's gotten enough face on my Barkday blog. Suffice to say he loved the cupcake, too.

After all was said and done, it was probably my best Barkday EVER. I think I'm still seeing PINK . . . but only in my dreams because I've pretty much been sleeping ever since.

I may be three but, really, I don't think I look a day over two.

Sweet Barkday dreams,
Fievel

The Sweetest Hangover

2007-09-23T22:56:00.000-04:00

I was on a major Barkday high, but I totally crashed and I've been too pooped to blog. But I promise to get myself together and post all the details tomorrow. Let me tell you, though . . . it was awesome! There was a huge, PINK cupcake JUST FOR ME, so many toys, some cool new bones I've never seen before, and a special visit from a certain rodent I think we've mentioned in the past (no joke!). It was my Barkday, it was all about ME, and IT WAS CRAZY FUN!

I can't wait to tell you all about it . . . so stay tuned.

Love,
Fievel

P.S. Thank you so much, everydog, for your Barkday wishes! You guys are the bestest!

Psssst...

2007-09-18T16:23:00.001-04:00

Tomorrow's my BARKDAY!!!!!!!!

I am positively drunk with excitement. Can you tell?

Till tomorrow...

Fievel

Week in Review

2007-09-10T22:33:00.000-04:00

Sorry it's been a while since my last post. Mom hasn't been around much and it's kinda hard to type with long nails and no thumb thingies. Why can't the humans just bark to each other? It's so much easier than this blogging stuff.

Anyroo, I kept leaving our blog up on the screen and Mom *finally* took a hint! So now she's transcribing this post as I bark it to her. She types anything I say. See? She just did it. Wiley is the best Shiba in all the land. She did it again! Rooooooo!!! This is great. Fievel is the worst Shiba in all the land and we are putting her up for adop... (Mom to Wiley: Okay, we get it. Focus!)

Okay, okay, that was fun. Back to business. So, last weekend was pretty awesome. On Saturday my best pal Maddie came over but Mom and Dad didn't take any pictures of us because Fievel and I were both so excited to see her that we wouldn't sit still long enough for a proper photo. We were so tired the next day that we slept and slept and slept. Mom was afraid at one point that we weren't breathing, so she went into the frig and grabbed the cheese and MAN did that get our Shiba butts up! She started to put the cheese into our kongs, and I was so excited that I temporarily lost my manners.

Mom was all, "Get down, Wiley!" Real serious-like! But if she was really mad that I jumped up on the counter, why did she laugh and take my picture? The humans are so transparent. But I got down because I am a gentleman at heart, and Mom rewarded me with this.

The BIGGEST, BLUEST kong in the world STUFFED WITH CHEESE! mmm!!! And now for the kicker--Fievel got the stupidest, littlest kong in the world that only holds, like, half a piece of cheese. Sweet justice!!!!

I swear, she's so oblivious she didn't even know the difference. But whatever, more cheese for me!

I know I bust on Fievel and I have every right to because she can be so mean and it's so uncalled for because I am nothing but cordial to her. But I have to admit that we've done some fun stuff together this week. It hasn't been all cheese and pawties, mind you, but regular, nice Shiba stuff. Like, on Monday we took some nappies.

And on Tuesday we told each other jokes and nearly laughed our Shiba butts off.

And on Wednesday, Fievel went so far as to steal an unsuspecting kiss. It was kinda sweet, but still totally gross and this does not mean I love her!!!

Now wait...before you get all sappy and think Fievel is changing her evil ways, let me show you what she did on Thursday.

Yup, apparently one bone isn't enough, so you-know-who stole mine and then hoarded it with hers on her couch. We got in a fight a few minutes later and that made Mom mad and sad so she confiscated both of the bones and then we both got nothing. This makes ME mad and sad because Mom should just confiscate Fievel and be done with it.

Anyroo, that's my week in review. Our Mom has been checking your blogs and keeping us updated on everything you've been up to. It sounds like everydog is having a great week, except for Tadpole who got a totally weird 'do. (Tad: What was up with that? I hope it's back to normal now!)

Crap, I better run . . . Fievel is barking at something outside and I have a house to protect.

More soon,
Wiley

Adding Insult to Injury . . .

2007-09-06T22:55:00.000-04:00

It just keeps getting worse. Look at what the old/new/REAL tennis ball looks like now. Bear in mind this is only 24 hours since the last post . . . this ball is DOOMED!

Again, could I BE more pathetic and sad in the background? This biotch is ruining my street cred. The only good thing is that Mom is taking major sympathy in me and I've had, like, so much popcorn I couldn't chase a ball if I wanted to. Whatever.

Sighs all around,
Wiley

Oops, she did it A-&@#$%-GAIN!

2007-09-05T23:22:00.001-04:00

Okay, so I've been loving playing with the old, but new, REAL tennis ball that Mom resurrected over the weekend. Playing "catch" is my favorite game and that's, like, totally rare for a shiba. Unlike most shibas, I have a strange drive for catching and retrieving, even though it's not something I was bred to do. Fievel, on the other paw, really couldn't care less about catching or retrieving (or playing AT ALL) because she's just no fun. Case in point: Mom calls us over to play and she'd rather stare at my butt. (Note #1: Notice how I'm so quick and attentive, she couldn't even get me in the shot?!?! Note #2: What is on the television?)

Anyroo . . . I'm all about the old/new/REAL tennis ball. Every time Mom sits down, I run over with the ball in my mouth just waiting and longing for her to throw it to me. She can't resist my charm, and honestly I can't blame her. Here are some stunning shots of me in action. (Note #3: Notice that Fievel is no where to be seen. She's off in the corner doing something bad, no doubt.)

I'm so sporty, I can barely handle it. I was having THE TIME OF MY LIFE! Mom gave me so much praise and even went so far as to give me some POPCORN! This was awesome. But this also piqued the interest of a certain shiba with a foul case of the zacklies. Ugh - it was at this point that Fievel totally messed with my game. Check it out. (Note #4: Um, is it obvious to everydog that she didn't want to actually PLAY, she just wanted THE POPCORN???)

She is so irritating. Anyroo, Mom--who is a total softie--felt bad and tried to throw it to both of us (knowing full well that Miss Priss would let the ball hit her in the face before she lowered herself to doing anything sporty) and that little biotch actually gave me a fight!!!

I couldn't believe it, but she somehow managed to get it past ME! The greatest shiba goalie known to man!!! I don't think I need to explain the rest, it's pretty much self explanatory at this point, right? Fievel got the ball and ran away with it and destroyed it and pulled all the awesome fuzzy green stuff of, blah, blah, blah.

And now, my precious new/old/REAL tennis ball looks like this. (Note #5: I don't know if my sad and battered self could look anymore pathetic than it does in the background of this picture.)

Can't a shiba just play with his tennis ball? I'm telling you, she's killing me.

HUGE, MONSTROUS sigh,
Wiley

Me, Me, Meeeeeeee!

2007-09-05T10:29:00.001-04:00

Hi, everydog! It's me, Fievel. My barkday is in exactly TWO WEEKS and everydog knows that the birth of a princess is cause for major hooplah. So, in honor of me—fabulous ME!—I’ll be sporadically posting pictures of myself over the course of the next two weeks for all of you lucky dogs to admire. I’ll also pop in with my barkday wish lists (yup, that’s plural) and other assorted fun in honor of, you got it, ME! Let the festivities begin!

Me, 2nd day home, experimenting with the sad puppy dog eyes. (Turns the humans into silly putty, btw!)

Me, checking out my first toy under the watchful eye of a very skeptical Wiley. (My, how the tables have turned!)

Me, gracefully sleeping in the middle of Wiley's bed. (Some things never change!) Note from Mom: Wiley has slept with one eye open ever since - and, unfortunately, never from the comforts of that long-since-destroyed bed. My poor boy.

Want more Fievelicious eye-candy? Check back for more of ME as I count down to my barkday!

Love,
Fievel

My Favorite Things . . .

2007-09-03T15:40:00.000-04:00

This howl-iday weekend has been AWESOME. Seriously, it's been filled with, like, ALL of my favorite things. So, in an effort to do this most spectacular weekend justice, I decided to write a song to the tune of a famous diddy that I'm pretty sure everydog has heard. Here it goes. Ahem . . .

My Favorite Things

Tinkles on roses and petties from Daddy
Bright tennis balls and my best pal named Maddie
Barking at birdies that flap their big wings
These are a few of my favorite things!

Popcorn and pizza and kongs filled with cheee-eeez
I get them all if I only say pleee-eeez
Chewing on bonies and soft things with strings
These are a few of my favorite things!

Sun spots and kisses and afternoon nappies
Daddy tells Fievel that she has the zacklies*
Hotdogs and horsies and doorbells that ring
These are a few of my faaaavorite thiiiiings!

Oh my DoG! I had so much fun writing that song. I seriously can't stop laughing!

I hope everydog had a grrreat howl-iday weekend. If I've inspired you to write a song of your own, howl back!

xo,
Wiley

*the zacklies (n): a less-than-desired condition in which a certain poop-eating shiba's breath smells exactly like her, uhhh, poop.

The Great Tennis Ball Debate

2007-09-02T08:38:00.000-04:00

Our Mom treats us like such babies sometimes. We used to play with REAL tennis balls, until one day she found these stupid little ones that she thought would be perfect for "smaller dogs." (Um, who is she calling small?) Anyway, yeah, I guess they're easier to catch but they're so flimsy and stupid. Fievel can bite through them in a few hours and then they don't even bounce anymore. Not that Fievel cares because she doesn't play with toys, she just destroys them. But me? I'm sporty and playing catch is my favorite game. This kinda screws up my whole day.

But yesterday, Mom found one of our old, REAL tennis balls. Look at it next to the little stupid one.

Isn't it glorious in all of its big, green splendor? I could have spent all day just smelling it, looking at it, relishing in the glory of it all.

But then you-know-who saw it.

She got it right out from under my nose! It all happened so fast, I couldn't even tell you how she did it but she took it over to her couch and then glared at me.

And then started her slow, but steady, destruction.

She is pure evil.

She pulls all the fuzzy green stuff off! She has no respect! Any well-mannered shiba knows that the fuzzy green stuff is WHAT MAKES THE TENNIS BALL SO GREAT!

And now I'm stuck ONCE AGAIN with the stupid little one that doesn't bounce. Where is the justice?

I don't even want to play anymore.

*Big sigh*

Wiley

It's that time of the month again!

2007-09-01T13:58:00.000-04:00

Ewwwwww, no!!! Not that! You have sick, sick minds, people!

We're talking about heartworm pills!!! On the first day of every month, Mommy and Daddy give us heartworm pills to keep us healthy. They don't really taste that good, but since we're so competitive with food we'll eat anything they give us just so the other one can't get it.

Go on, everydog, remind your people to give you your monthly pill so we can all be healthy and stay friends for a really, really long time.

Peace out for now,
Wiley & Fievel

Theeeeeeee YANKEES WIN!!!!!!

2007-08-31T08:50:00.000-04:00

The Yankees swept the Red Sox!!! I'm not sure exactly what that means . . . something about a broom and a pair of Dad's socks? All I know for sure is that it didn't involve the vacuum (I'll get you one of these days, Mr. Dyson!) and Daddy was in a very good mood, so we were both happy!

On another high note, I heard Mom and Dad talking about how they're going to be home for THREE WHOLE DAYS because it's some kind of howl-iday this weekend. You know what that means . . . lots of cuddling, lots of running in the yard, and (keep your paws crossed) LOTS OF CHEESE!!!

Haroooooo!

Love,
Wiley

Serene

2007-08-29T20:45:00.000-04:00

Daddy and Fievel share a rare moment of serenity. (Yes, she needs to be half asleep for these moments to exist!!!)

Um, do I have something in my nose?

2007-08-29T20:41:00.000-04:00

Mom thinks this is a funny picture of me. I'm not sure why, but whatever...

Sometimes you have to humor the humans.

Love,
Wiley

Guess the Shiba! - Update: It's Fievel!

2007-08-29T08:41:00.001-04:00

Do you know who I am?

Love,
Mystery Shiba

And the "Caption Me" Winner is . . .

2007-08-29T08:37:00.001-04:00

"I might be able to blame Wiley for this but I am not sure Mom will fall for it!"

Now *there's* the truth! Beneath the couch is Fievel's favorite place to hide things she's stolen . . . like my socks, bits of paper, things she's taken from the trash when we weren't looking, etc. She can try to blame Wiley but I'll never fall for it!

Thanks to everyone for playing!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel's Mom

Can't sleep . . . must protect the kong . . . Grrrrr . . .

2007-08-28T08:51:00.001-04:00

Oh, deer.

2007-08-27T09:41:00.000-04:00

Have you ever seen a deer? We have them in our yard all the time and, frankly, I am sick and tired of them pracing around and strutting their stuff on MY TURF. Well, if I can't go out there and chase them away, I will sit right here and intimidate them with my evil, black eyes. I will not relent!!!

Can you see the deer in the picture?

Love,
Fievel

Heat + humidity = Bad. Air conditioning? Gooood.

2007-08-26T21:22:00.000-04:00

In a moment of weakness, the shibas decided to put aside their differences and settle in for a long summer night's nap. After yesterday's relentless heat and humidity, I'm not sure they had the energy for anything else.

Mommy & Me

2007-08-23T21:11:00.000-04:00

I always hear Mom telling Dad that I'm her best friend. She's mine, too! Harooooo!

Love,
Wiley

Caption Me!(A Day Late and a Dollar Short Edition)

2007-08-23T20:44:00.000-04:00

I know I promised a new "Caption Me" post for Wednesday, but what can I say? Us humans have to go to work so we can bring home the bacon! (And the bones, and the goodies, and the cheese, and the POPCORN!)

Anyway, I welcome one and all to participate in this week's "Caption Me" contest.

Leave your best caption for this silly picture of Fievel in the comment section and we'll pick a winner within the next few days. As always, be creative and have fun!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel's Mom

I'm Beautiful!

2007-08-21T23:12:00.001-04:00

Really! My mom said there's no other reason for this post!

Love,
Wiley

More Cheese, Pleez!

2007-08-21T22:48:00.000-04:00

Mom and Dad have these things called "Wine and Cheese Pawdies." I'm not really sure what it means, but there are so many aromas to explore. Sometimes I sniff the wine but it smells like that gunk I see Mommy painting on her nails. Yuck! None of that for me! But one thing I know for sure is that I *love* cheese - especially smoked gouda! C'mon, Dad. Gimme some.

How about if I look into the camera? Then can I have some?

I can't control myself! I need the cheese!!!

Ugh. Maybe next time. Put in a good word for me, will ya?

Love,
Wiley

We Had a Sleepover Pawdy with Maddie!

2007-08-21T22:37:00.001-04:00

Uncle Brett and Maddie came over on Saturday night for a sleepover pawdy! We had such a good time!

First, we sniffed her butt!

Then we kissed her!

But according to Mom, we annoyed her a little bit because we "wouldn't leave her alone."

So Maddie told us to go away and she took a nap. What can we say? She must not be able to keep up with us shibas!

It's no wonder! Neither can her dad!

We love you, Maddie and Uncle Brett! We hope to see you again soon!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel

Snap, Crackle, Shiba!

2007-08-21T08:29:00.000-04:00

Daddy made popcorn over the weekend! Look at it all!

He knows POPCORN IS MY FAVORITE!

Fievel likes popcorn, too. (But not as much as I do!)

Feel free to make more popcorn soon, Daddy!

Love,
Wiley

The Making of a Gremlin

2007-08-20T09:16:00.000-04:00

This is what happens when you feed a shiba after midnight . . .

My Parents Went to the Cliff Park Inn . . .

2007-08-20T09:12:00.000-04:00

And all I got was this stupid brochure.

Nice, right?

Love,
Wiley

And the "Caption Me" Winner is . . .

2007-08-17T15:10:00.001-04:00

"Just another day in the life of the heir to the Fox fortune. Yawn."

Thanks to everyone who participated! Look for another "Caption Me" challenge next Wednesday!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel

Peek-a-Boo!

2007-08-17T09:44:00.000-04:00

Our clever pooches like to sleep under the couches because they think they're cats! But unlike cats they pop their heads out and then come running (or, in Wiley's case, it's more like squeezing, pulling, and dragging) when I call for them.

I see you, silly Sheebies!!!

Love,
Mom

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

2007-08-16T16:11:00.000-04:00

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious.
Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

Click on the link above and then leave us a comment to let us know what breed of puppy you are. Have fun!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel's mom

This is GREAT!

2007-08-16T12:21:00.000-04:00

Did you ever Google your own name, just to see what shows up? I highly suggest it . . . you never know what you'll find! Check it out:

www.frannietheclown.com

hahaha!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel's mom

My Daddy & Me

2007-08-16T08:42:00.000-04:00

Fievel thinks she gets all the attention, but I've never seen her get this special treatment! One day last winter my Dad brought me up onto the counter and we had a shiba-shoot (that's shiba-speak for "photo shoot"). I just love my Daddy - and he loves me. Take that, Fievel!

Aren't we handsome?

Yes, we think so!

This is Mom's favorite picture.

Mom said, "Okay boys, off the counter now!"

Shiba-shoots are the best. I hope to do it again soon.

Love,
Wiley

Of Mice and Shibas, Part Deux: The Proof is in the Closet

2007-08-16T08:36:00.000-04:00

Did you think we were telling a tall tail when we said that a vile mouse has been stealing and hoarding pounds of our food? Well, here is a picture of a stash Dad found in the spare bedroom closet. Can you believe it?

This is one stealthy and determined mouse. Just wait until we get our paws on him! He'll rue the day!!!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel

Caption Me!

2007-08-15T08:45:00.000-04:00

In the comment section, leave your funniest caption for this photo of me, and my mom will set up a poll so we can vote for the best one! Remember, be creative and have fun!

Love,
Wiley

Pssst . . . Can I ask you something?

2007-08-14T09:20:00.001-04:00

Daddy's always saying, "Put away that tongue!"

He thinks it looks like a spoon!

What do you think?

Love,
Fievel

Enough with the Pup-arazzi!

2007-08-13T20:47:00.000-04:00

Mom, I'm serious. Stop taking my picture!!!

Love,
Wiley

Of Mice and Shibas

2007-08-13T20:39:00.000-04:00

We have a mouse in the house! He steals our food and hides it in the most peculiar places (we're talking pounds of it...it must take him months!). We think he must do it at night while we're upstairs sleeping with Mom and Dad. But sometimes, if he's feeling dangerous, he'll scurry right across the kitchen in broad daylight! We got his friend Mortimer, and we're determined to get him, too! Here we are hunting and stalking our prey.

Love,
Wiley & Fievel

Is August the New October?

2007-08-13T20:24:00.000-04:00

Mom kept telling us that it looks like October in Hoboken, where she goes to work every day so she can buy us goodies and bones. She took some pictures so we could see first-paw.

Oh, yeah! It looks like all the trees on the edge of the pier have lost their leaves!

This is a far away view of the park where Mom told us she spends her lunch hours reading and talking on the phone with Aunt Marcie. It looks like some of those trees are turning yellow, too!

Look! That's Mom's building! It looks like those trees are very dead!

We're happy Mom doesn't work over there anymore. (And look at the dead tree branch in the corner of the picture!)

Does it look like October where you are? Send us some pictures!

Love,
Wiley & Fievel

A Shiba-view with "Paws & Style Weekly"

2007-08-13T14:42:00.000-04:00

"Paws & Style Weekly" recently sat down with Wiley and Fievel for an exclusive Shiba Tell-All. The following is THEIR shiba-view . . . in their own words.

First, we sit down with Wiley.

Paws & Style Weekly: Describe yourself in 3 words.
Wiley: Loyal, sporty, fun.

Paws & Style Weekly: What would the title of your autobiography be?
Wiley: I Know Why the Caged Shiba Sings.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is your personal motto for life?
Wiley: (nervously looks over his shoulder) Play hard, eat fast.

Paws & Style Weekly: Who is your celebrity crush?
Wiley: Daisy Simpson-Lachey.

Paws & Style Weekly: When is the last time you cried?
Wiley: Don’t get me wrong, I have a sensitive side, but boys don’t cry.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
Wiley: (blushes) Tinkle.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is the last thing you do before falling asleep at night?
Wiley: Lick my Dad’s pillow. His head if I’m lucky.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is your favorite childhood memory?
Wiley: (without hesitation) Being an only child.

Paws & Style Weekly: If you could have dinner with any 3 people/animals living or dead who would it be?
Wiley: Definitely Daisy and Mr. Ed—I have a thing for horses. And . . . (nervously looks over his shoulder again) I guess the last would be Fievel. Yeah, I would invite Fievel.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is your favorite TV show?
Wiley: Meerkat Manor, Cops, and Yankees games!!!

Then, we have a word with Fievel.

Paws & Style Weekly: Describe yourself in 3 words.
Fievel: Spoiled, pretty, misunderstood.

Paws & Style Weekly: What would the title of your autobiography be?
Fievel: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Shiba Scorned. Just ask Wiley. (laughs)

Paws & Style Weekly: What is your personal motto for life?
Fievel: Whoever dies with the most toys, bones, food, and attention wins.

Paws & Style Weekly: Who is your celebrity crush?
Fievel: Next question, please.

Paws & Style Weekly: When is the last time you cried?
Fievel: This morning when my Daddy left for work. I couldn’t help it.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
Fievel: Tinkle. Whether or not that’s outside depends on the day or who you ask. (Snickers)

Paws & Style Weekly: What is the last thing you do before falling asleep at night?
Fievel: Chew on a toy while cuddling with Mommy and Daddy in bed. Oh, and give Wiley one last warning growl for good measure.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is your favorite childhood memory?
Fievel: Hmmm, that’s ruff! Probably when I secured my spot as Alpha Dog.

Paws & Style Weekly: If you could have dinner with any 3 people/animals living or dead who would it be?
Fievel: No one. More food for me.

Paws & Style Weekly: What is your favorite TV show?
Fievel: The Idiot Box is just that . . . for Idiots! (looks disgusted and abruptly exits the interview)

Not So Quacktastic

2007-08-10T12:35:00.000-04:00

In a moment of weakness, I contacted the breeder about the adorable female sesame shiba in question. I told myself that it was just for shizz and giggles, but deep down I had already named her Fiona, decorated her shiba nursery (aka crate) in pinks and greens, and conceptualized an adorable Christmas card (picture Wiley, Fievel, and Fiona dressed up as 3 Caroling Christmas Mice). And then...

The breeder responded to my email and told me that Fiona is, in fact, a boy. And his name is Donald Duck. WTF?

Quack-a-doodle-doo.

Love,
Wiley & Fievel's Mom

Bark back!!!

2007-08-09T16:20:00.000-04:00

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Love,
Wiley & Fievel

Wiley wants to know...

2007-08-09T12:46:00.001-04:00

Mom is trying to convince Dad that it's time for another shiba pup. Dad thinks she's crazy (and I heard Mom tell herself that even *she* thinks she's crazy!), but I want to know what you think. Do you think my Dad should let Mom get this adorable sesame shiba from Icewind Farm? (That's where Fievel was born. . . this could be a very, very bad omen!)

Love,
Wiley

Long time no post

2007-08-07T09:56:00.000-04:00

We know, we know. It's been a dog's age since our last post. But it's really not our fault - mom is always "too tired" to download pictures or Dad is playing his game on the computer. Fievel picked through the trash yesterday and spelled out a sort of "ransom" note to get their attention. I guess it must have worked because Mom got busy on redesigning our blog and made some cool changes to make it better for you - our devoted readers. So check back soon . . . there is much more to come!

Love,
Wiley

Where oh where will my weekend go?

2006-02-24T12:31:00.000-05:00

Uncle Chris came over last night and it was so good to see him. He always pets me and lets me jump all over him as soon as he walks in the door. He's nothing like Uncle Eddie who yells "Beat it, dog!" He gave me some great belly scratches and didn't even scold me when I jumped up on him to beg for food. Aunt Lauren is usually with him and I kept waiting for her to show up, but she never did. Do you think she was home with those nasty cats of hers? I've never mentioned this to Fievel, but I always smell something "self-righteous" and "snooty" on her clothes...cats are the only explanation. Why do you think she would want those beasts when she could have a kind, beautiful shiba like myself? Hmph. I thought we understood each other.

Anyway, back to last night...I thought I heard Dad mention something about that wretched movie "THX1138"....I can't say for sure, but I swore I heard mom telling him to "be quiet...we don't want to scare Wiley." Before I knew it, Dad and Uncle Chris were in the basement and I didn't see them again for the rest of the night! I could hear the TV blasting from the basement but I couldn't make out which movie they were watching. Do you think it was that scary movie with all those bald people? Dad seems to be okay today...he still has hair and he doesn't have an ID tag on his ear, so I'm guessing I shouldn't be too worried about him...but I can't help but wonder what would happen if those men in white suits came through the TV and took him away....I'd be lost without him!

It sounds like we have a big weekend ahead of us. I heard Mom telling Dad this morning that Uncle Brett is dropping off Maddie this afternoon for a sleepover party until Monday! I can't wait to see her and sniff her! We got a little more snow last night so it should be fun chasing each other around in the yard. Fievel is always so scared outside...she's no fun to play with out there. Maddie, however, loves it even more than I do! And I have to say...she may have 80 pounds on me, but she is FAST! She's very athletic, even though Uncle Brett calls her "Fat Ass." I hope you have as much fun this weekend as I do!

-Wiley

Life is Ruff!

2006-02-20T13:53:00.000-05:00

I had such a crazy weekend! Mom and Dad went to my cousin's birthday party on Saturday and they didn't make me stay in my cage!!! I got to spend the whole day with Wiley and finally found out what it's like to be a grown-up. I have to tell you—it's a little boring! I tried to get Wiley to do stuff we're not supposed to, but he spent the whole day sleeping on the couch in the loft (Mama's Boy!). So, I took matters into my own paws and chewed on our new toy basket, tinkled a little bit on the carpet, and ate Mom's black puma sneakers. I guess it was fun . . . but it just wasn't anything all that spectacular. On Saturday night Mom and Dad brought us to Uncle Brett's house for a party. Maddie usually ignores me but she kept trying to play with me. Don't tell her I said this, but she isn't exactly built like a shiba. Never mind that she drools and has floppy ears, the girl likes to EAT! I was cowering beneath her and she just kept pouncing at me. She literally scared the piss out of me once and I got an earful for that one. She completely embarrassed me in front of Uncle Eddie, who doesn't like me to begin with. Now he never will. Yesterday I spent the day sleeping in the sunlight with Wiley to recover from our busy weekend. He woke me up whimpering in his sleep . . . do you think maybe he dreams about me as much as I dream about him?

I need a nap.

-Fivey

The Truth Hurts

2006-02-07T11:32:00.000-05:00

Saturday afternoon when I was sleeping on the ottoman, I heard Mom and Dad talking about how fat I was when I was a baby. They were going on and on about how funny I looked with my floppy ears and my chubby legs. I peered over at Wiley to see if he had heard what they were talking about but, thankfully, his eyes were closed . . . but was that just the faintest hint of a grin on his face? Could it be true? Was I fat and "un-shiba-like" when I was younger? I wanted to ask Wiley but I couldn't bear to hear the truth from HIM . . . he'd never let me live it down! He'd throw it in my face every time I sneered that his coloring isn't accepted by the AKC! I was driving myself SICK with worry so last night, when everyone was asleep, I feverishly searched through all of Mom and Dad's things and I found this despicable photo. Mom and Dad were right . . . I was fat! I did have short, stubby legs. My ears WEREN'T pricked! I didn't even look like a shiba! I looked like one of those dirty bear cubs we saw playing with Daddy's grill on the deck. ME! FABULOUS ME! A bear cub! How could this be?!?!?! I hope my tail was at least curled properly. I'm almost relieved that I can't see it in this photo. I don't think I could handle it. -Fievel

Dreaming of Labs Gone By

2006-02-01T08:45:00.000-05:00

Uncle Brett went away and we got to have a sleepover party with Maddie ALL WEEKEND! We had so much fun chasing each other in the snow and playing with our toys. Fievel got in the way a few times and acted jealous when Maddie was cuddling with Mom and Dad on the couch, but overall we had a blast! The one thing I can't figure out though . . . all Maddie has to do is stand by the door and moan and Mom and Dad let her outside WITHOUT A LEASH!!! I watch her from the window and she runs all around the yard, playing with sticks and chasing the squirrels. Sometimes she even poops . . . OUTSIDE!?!? I don't understand why she would do that when she could just poop on the nice, warm carpet. Labs are a strange breed . . .

Anyway, it was a great weekend and it's taking me all week to recover. I just can't seem to catch up on my sleep! Here I lay, dreaming of Maddie . . .

-Wiley

Living on a Permanent "Time Out"

2006-01-27T16:25:00.000-05:00

Dad didn't have to work today but he got up really early, as usual. But...not early enough to catch me peeing on the carpet. So when he took me out at 5:00 a.m. I didn't have to go! He kept making me go back outside but I had nothing! The snow was so cold on my paws and it didn't help that "Prince Wiley" peed and (once again) made me look bad. When Dad *finally* brought us in he attached my leash to the baby gate so I couldn't get to the carpet. He kept me there all by myself while Wiley pranced around the house eating MY food and playing with MY toys!!! Mom called from work and I heard Dad telling her all about it. I wonder if she'll try to get home early to rescue me.... -Fievel

New Year, New Bones to Pick

2006-01-24T14:35:00.000-05:00

Mom went shopping over the weekend and bought new coasters to replace all of the ones Fievel ate. Well, Mom put them on the coffee table and before she even threw away the receipt, Fievel took one under the couch and added it to the stash of things she shouldn't be eating. Dad caught her and BOY did he yell! She pretended to be remorseful but as soon as he walked away she was laughing and scratching her belly. Dad moved the coasters out of her reach, but I have a feeling she's spending the day in her crate plotting and scheming to find a way to get to them. When will she grow up?

-Wiley