tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34391985243489152652023-11-16T13:05:18.097-05:00- Fuun - ふうンWelcome to "Fuun" (hmpt in Japanese), a witty contemporary view of the world from the eyes of a Shiba Inu living in New York!Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439198524348915265.post-91314115906705133472009-08-24T08:54:00.003-04:002009-08-24T08:58:39.542-04:00A little late but some pics from my first birthday!! :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMwAdIi6nFFn7sMTsczJFDwZJ97o6MDkfr6L6YM0JkMmbEgKHDnCFXNycAnmKPabCvaSehOrvXNR8OFUH3S2u6jqA-nWicCy9RWJ4yjA0ZFfq4L6rH2JTF1JfwoGDDyZKcAogs-GS4t8/s1600-h/party.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMwAdIi6nFFn7sMTsczJFDwZJ97o6MDkfr6L6YM0JkMmbEgKHDnCFXNycAnmKPabCvaSehOrvXNR8OFUH3S2u6jqA-nWicCy9RWJ4yjA0ZFfq4L6rH2JTF1JfwoGDDyZKcAogs-GS4t8/s400/party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373513695824112562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdFjbQSEDY_HuNvA29LNRrOIoBmbGWb9SoJQrzIuyuxiCrJtfrFUstoOX1QKk4mOC26yZLXIETrqV3sx1AW3q1QnUZ5FRGEpvv1b3tlTy41n8tE2EAdlR3hu_Jrh4oia4O3ynMwz56QM/s1600-h/Food.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdFjbQSEDY_HuNvA29LNRrOIoBmbGWb9SoJQrzIuyuxiCrJtfrFUstoOX1QKk4mOC26yZLXIETrqV3sx1AW3q1QnUZ5FRGEpvv1b3tlTy41n8tE2EAdlR3hu_Jrh4oia4O3ynMwz56QM/s400/Food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373513209692269922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you Mama and Papa!!~<br /><br /></span>Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439198524348915265.post-76209204877497737932009-08-11T15:11:00.004-04:002009-08-11T15:17:45.976-04:00We are paradise!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt81OlHnn0jZsjuuCk0UnECqG_1KVg74GkjhDZybrFVlKEUxRx7cbF1JZxfxdY_HF2pUIE7SAKXiQXcBILFQsegTxxI3aQh8tt6fGpZpDAw4pN3MJ4fkC2XnAEFgjUJFCMu-bAfBmUPJs/s1600-h/godsgift.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt81OlHnn0jZsjuuCk0UnECqG_1KVg74GkjhDZybrFVlKEUxRx7cbF1JZxfxdY_HF2pUIE7SAKXiQXcBILFQsegTxxI3aQh8tt6fGpZpDAw4pN3MJ4fkC2XnAEFgjUJFCMu-bAfBmUPJs/s400/godsgift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368786953892548834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Many people say<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "such-and-such thinks they're God's gift to humanity."</span> Well, I object! In fact, I give a big, fat <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Fuuuuun!~"</span> to anyone who thinks they are a gift to the world. We Shibas are clearly the <span style="font-weight: bold;">ONLY </span>gift God gave to the world <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(after all, how can you top that?)</span>. No, really, it's in the Bible!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" >~When the Man and his wife were banished from paradise, they called out to the Lord, begging for forgiveness. And the Lord said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"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." </span> 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, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">I shall give you a name, as I have done to all the other creatures," </span>but the Shiba rebuked him and said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"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." </span> This is why a Shiba, unlike any other creature stays by a man's side and refuses to obey anything.~</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />See? See? It's there and it's true! We are the higher species!</span>Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439198524348915265.post-73246490119631613602009-08-03T21:42:00.002-04:002009-08-03T22:25:52.827-04:00Oh the humanity...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_bxaW-Y3s97UtV3HyHlTOhwFwR80Vg1tMkhpkqQD2lfSF5kr_BROQHFonNdokx-ed_0UAZdkPRePpXovE1wzXNNdpkZ17NGiK3UJJypEjUrHEZp_Gg-wepzGdUOb2Fhte1TVoV6NXQo/s1600-h/thinktwice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_bxaW-Y3s97UtV3HyHlTOhwFwR80Vg1tMkhpkqQD2lfSF5kr_BROQHFonNdokx-ed_0UAZdkPRePpXovE1wzXNNdpkZ17NGiK3UJJypEjUrHEZp_Gg-wepzGdUOb2Fhte1TVoV6NXQo/s400/thinktwice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365929161817045570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today, Mama and Papa were going to <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ikea</span>. 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! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">What the heck? Am I some prisoner in Uganda<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">*</span>?!</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> </span> 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. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">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, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Where's the dog?" </span>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. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Yuck!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;">*<span style="font-style: italic;">Note:</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> 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.</span>Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439198524348915265.post-72954221281813985122009-08-01T23:07:00.006-04:002009-08-01T23:47:10.538-04:00Let's go Tigers!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlxfdBgTvjQFauFDwOvbNQMY5NWiXC3knQcPRuCTIa6YuTrMnUeM2d971bGOrY2F2mv0guhNhqLUwJPg8cnwE6I_fUSwPqPDKXkhKjO__1rOlY3__qC6-6ISrfJvssFXR7nVuBcTVhgw/s1600-h/ayatohanshin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlxfdBgTvjQFauFDwOvbNQMY5NWiXC3knQcPRuCTIa6YuTrMnUeM2d971bGOrY2F2mv0guhNhqLUwJPg8cnwE6I_fUSwPqPDKXkhKjO__1rOlY3__qC6-6ISrfJvssFXR7nVuBcTVhgw/s400/ayatohanshin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365202121708130418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ah, the great outdoors!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> I love playing games, especially <span style="font-weight: bold;">Shiba Fetch</span>! It's different from regular Fetch, and Mama and Papa have issues with the rules. For <span style="font-weight: bold;">Shiba Fetch</span>, 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<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Shiba Fetch</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">"good job" </span>bite, to which Mama and Papa abruptly end the game. <span style="font-style: italic;">Fuun</span> to them! I'll just have to keep teaching them how to play properly and accept it as the way it is.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">* </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Note : </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">The notes on the photo are as follows :</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />(in voice bubble)</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> "Wa~! Watashi no Bo-ru!"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><< "Wa~ </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(sound of wonderment) </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">My Ball!">></span><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(note on the bottom)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">" Watashi wa Hanshin Tigers no gei-mu ni ikitai to omou..."</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><< " I want to go to a Hanshin Tigers game.. " >> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /><br />* The Hanshin Tigers are a very famous Baseball Team in the Kansai Region of Japan</span></span><br /></span>Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439198524348915265.post-23974798808899203242009-07-29T23:32:00.004-04:002009-07-30T08:11:37.551-04:00Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, food in my Tummy....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkl0NVIefo4p6Y5POs8zuHowdocg1o7Qkm5_3TmGPGVaTyeDWc58M2MUi2i7-EMmiutB9ADefhf49LM0N5V-mih8bi9te6nXJBU5e6fRan3XeOO3uFmgaYFYZNFGItaZgc4q_NkD7RCQ/s1600-h/illypic1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkl0NVIefo4p6Y5POs8zuHowdocg1o7Qkm5_3TmGPGVaTyeDWc58M2MUi2i7-EMmiutB9ADefhf49LM0N5V-mih8bi9te6nXJBU5e6fRan3XeOO3uFmgaYFYZNFGItaZgc4q_NkD7RCQ/s400/illypic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364091618963762098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ok! Welcome back!</span> 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 <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Illy</span>! Illy's real name is Illidan, after the character from the <span style="font-style: italic;">Warcraft</span> series. Mama and Papa are die-hard World of <span style="font-style: italic;">Warcraft</span> 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....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mama and Papa saw Illy at the Mad Scientist Lab<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">*</span> </span>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 <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(formerly named Spock)</span>. 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 <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Lunch."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I love Lunch! </span> I try to Shiba-launch myself at him every opportunity, but Mama and Papa hold Lunch just out of reach. I say <span style="font-style: italic;">Fuun</span> 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.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So that's the story of Lunch. Everyone should have one! I'm going to go find me some right now! <span style="font-style: italic;">Bye bye!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">*Note:</span> Not all Veterinarians are Mad Scientists, and Ayato's vet is one of the nicest people on Earth.</span>Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439198524348915265.post-24221644885778042022009-07-29T11:30:00.007-04:002009-07-30T07:57:51.261-04:00Introduction from a very charismatic Shiba :<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_1zaWJsTeAde_LPKGkStpNiEfA7J51Uf8j5jjoMbzJaU0Bxg-XpNRM8gA6YA8OyuX4AudRtJjyDwGCN9tS91YdE9rD672IbjqdT_Nv7LjqThT3pn76KoEHe3NHDP49qcdOQD2X9DHIc/s1600-h/ayatopic1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_1zaWJsTeAde_LPKGkStpNiEfA7J51Uf8j5jjoMbzJaU0Bxg-XpNRM8gA6YA8OyuX4AudRtJjyDwGCN9tS91YdE9rD672IbjqdT_Nv7LjqThT3pn76KoEHe3NHDP49qcdOQD2X9DHIc/s400/ayatopic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364089150895348946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >Hello, everyone!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" > My name is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ayato</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >(it means "the one who manipulates or renders manually," as in the context of music)</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >, 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 <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(more on him later)</span>. Welcome to </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >"Fuun!"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" > What is </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >"Fuun"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >? Well, typically, it's a Japanese onomatopoeia meaning </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >"Hmpt"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" > or </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" >"Hmph." </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;" > 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!</span><br /><div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" id=":db" class="ii gt"><br />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<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(and ducks!)</span></span>, 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 <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(I like Papa's side the best)</span>, and plotting world domination. I consider myself a very political individual, constantly protesting the poor treatment of Shibas in Uganda and similar countries.<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">*</span> Someday, I will rule this world, and my subjects will bow before the power of my mighty Fuun ways!<br /><br />Ok, you're boring me, so I'm going to go chew on my bone. Or maybe the sofa! Bye!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">*<span style="font-style: italic;">Note:</span></span> 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.<br /></div><table style="width: 7px; height: 18px;" class="cf gz" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></td><td style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></td><td style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></td><td style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></td><td style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></td><td style="font-family: verdana;" class="DPM2Nb"><br /></td><td class="io"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Ayatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14378920621766955978noreply@blogger.com2