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!
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.
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