Five years ago, when I launched this blog, my first post asked, “will i own a shiba or will the shiba own me?”
I think it’s fair to say it’s been a bit of both. Younger shiba inus definitely take more work, and dominate more of your time. So for the first three years, Kenji owned me. But I like to think the score is evening out.
Time doesn’t let me blog here as much as I used to, but I still get great joy from sharing occasional pictures and shiba inu tidbits.
Thanks for reading. Kenji and I appreciate it!
If you’re reading this blog you already know that the Shiba Inu is a stubborn son of a, well, you know! When Kenji finds a bone outside during a walk, his primitive instincts kick in. He will growl and dance around my feeble attempts to get it from between jaws. I often give up. Most of all, because I am scared he will choke.
I take a leap of faith that the pup knows what he is eating.