Monday, August 24, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

We are paradise!

Many people say "such-and-such thinks they're God's gift to humanity." Well, I object! In fact, I give a big, fat "Fuuuuun!~" to anyone who thinks they are a gift to the world. We Shibas are clearly the ONLY gift God gave to the world (after all, how can you top that?). No, really, it's in the Bible!

~When the Man and his wife were banished from paradise, they called out to the Lord, begging for forgiveness. And the Lord said, "You have eaten of the forbidden tree, and thus you cannot enter paradise. Behold, I give unto you both a gift, to forever remind you of My glory." And so it was that the Shiba descended from on high; the man and the woman both gazed upon its magnificence and gave praise and glory to the Lord. And the man said, "I shall give you a name, as I have done to all the other creatures," but the Shiba rebuked him and said, "Our name is Shiba, and you shall forever remember it as such. While you may govern and subdue all the other creatures, the Shiba shall act of its own accord." This is why a Shiba, unlike any other creature stays by a man's side and refuses to obey anything.~

See? See? It's there and it's true! We are the higher species!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Oh the humanity...

Today, Mama and Papa were going to Ikea. I hope they bring something nice and wooden home for me to destroy. But you have got to hear what they did to me! Papa was measuring something in the guest room, took his measurements and left. Normally, I'm not allowed in the guest room, so they keep the door closed. This time, I sneaked in and was skulking about in the corner while Papa did his thing. Then, he locked me in! What the heck? Am I some prisoner in Uganda*?! I got my revenge, though. Mama still has some of her doll collection stuff in there, so I got to taste a mohair wig! It was a little on the plastic-tasting side. I didn't enjoy it. My liberation came thanks to Lunch. Papa knocked over the baby gate that keeps the cat in the computer room and Lunch bolted under Mama and Papa's bed, from what I overheard. Talk about fast food! Lunch, run and hide! I heard Papa say, "Where's the dog?" and after a moment he came into the guest room. There I was, happily standing over my handiwork--a mohair doll wig and a small clump of chewed up mohair that I spit out. Yuck!

*Note: Shibas are not indigenous to Uganda, nor are they mistreated by any Ugandans at all. Ayato's parents do not endorse any of his claims to Shiba abuse, nor any military actions against a country he has randomly picked to harass.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Let's go Tigers!!

Ah, the great outdoors! I love playing games, especially Shiba Fetch! It's different from regular Fetch, and Mama and Papa have issues with the rules. For Shiba Fetch, you need a Shiba and a ball. But, when the human throws the ball, they get a return chomp from the Shiba to show love and affection and joy. This is where I get yelled at. Often times, Mama and Papa will end the game because they don't like the rules. Even Lunch tries to play Shiba Fetch with me... although he volunteers to be the ball and there's no throwing involved. Where Lunch is concerned, he launches himself somewhere and I chase him. If I can catch him, he gets his "good job" bite, to which Mama and Papa abruptly end the game. Fuun to them! I'll just have to keep teaching them how to play properly and accept it as the way it is.

* Note : The notes on the photo are as follows :
(in voice bubble)
"Wa~! Watashi no Bo-ru!" << "Wa~ (sound of wonderment) My Ball!">>
(note on the bottom) " Watashi wa Hanshin Tigers no gei-mu ni ikitai to omou..." << " I want to go to a Hanshin Tigers game.. " >>

* The Hanshin Tigers are a very famous Baseball Team in the Kansai Region of Japan

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, food in my Tummy....

Ok! Welcome back! I knew you'd be here... nobody can resist my charms! While everything I do is special, this post is extra-special because it discusses Illy! Illy's real name is Illidan, after the character from the Warcraft series. Mama and Papa are die-hard World of Warcraft fans and play it as much as they can... until I intervene during boss battles by attacking a shoe or the dishwasher. Anyway, on to Illy....

Mama and Papa saw Illy at the Mad Scientist Lab* while going to get my heartworm medication. They brought me in to inspect, and after meeting approval with their Shiba-in-Chief, they adopted the kitten (formerly named Spock). The first night was a total disaster. Illy got afraid, and when I tried to ease his discomfort by throwing all fifty Shiba-pounds of myself on top of him to play, Mama and Papa freaked. The next day, Illy almost went back, but I suggested that Illy have a cage to be safe in while I happily patrolled its perimeter. The situation was brilliant, being my idea, of course. Still, I do not refer to the cat by the name the Humans give him. Since he is MY kitten, after all, I have named him "Lunch."

I love Lunch! I try to Shiba-launch myself at him every opportunity, but Mama and Papa hold Lunch just out of reach. I say Fuun to them! Every so often, though, they let me see my Lunch and I give him a good licking. He's so tasty! And Lunch loves me, even if it is usually through the prison bars of a baby gate. My favorite kitten game is Lunch In The Bed, where he runs into Mama and Papa's boxspring and hides, while I run in circles around the bed convincing him to come and join me for a snack. Lunch is quite fast food, I have to say, and can elude me behind certain pieces of furniture.

So that's the story of Lunch. Everyone should have one! I'm going to go find me some right now! Bye bye!

*Note: Not all Veterinarians are Mad Scientists, and Ayato's vet is one of the nicest people on Earth.

Introduction from a very charismatic Shiba :

Hello, everyone! My name is Ayato (it means "the one who manipulates or renders manually," as in the context of music), and I am an 11-month old male Shiba Inu living in Queens, NY with my two Humans (Mama and Papa), and my kitten, Illy (more on him later). Welcome to "Fuun!" What is "Fuun"? Well, typically, it's a Japanese onomatopoeia meaning "Hmpt" or "Hmph." It is also a way of life, like Bushido is for Samurai. There is a delicate balance to being cute and using it to get out of all sorts of trouble, like chewing on wood, metal, plastic, pretty much anything Mama and Papa spend currency on!

As far as my hobbies go, I enjoy long walks, chewing things that make Mama and Papa freak out, hunting everything from toys to squirrels (and ducks!), and playing with my friends. I like going out on my morning walk because one of the nice men that takes care of my apartment complex gives me treats every morning, and then a neighbor gives me more treats before dinner! And I don't have to do anything but sit there and smile! I've trained them so well! I sleep a lot of the time, after all, I need my beauty sleep... usually on Mama and Papa's bed (I like Papa's side the best), and plotting world domination. I consider myself a very political individual, constantly protesting the poor treatment of Shibas in Uganda and similar countries.* Someday, I will rule this world, and my subjects will bow before the power of my mighty Fuun ways!

Ok, you're boring me, so I'm going to go chew on my bone. Or maybe the sofa! Bye!

*Note: Shibas are not indigenous to Uganda, nor are they mistreated by any Ugandans at all. Ayato's parents do not endorse any of his claims to Shiba abuse, nor any military actions against a country he has randomly picked to harass.