Today I spent the day with my amazing cousin, Maribeth, her hubby, their dogs and new puppies…and my not so amazing shiba inu.

I took Wolf with me, since he’s been acting weird since being kenneled last weekend. I left him in the car in the cool garage while the 3 humans ate lunch…a very delicious eggplant parmesan with a glass of wine…yum! Afterward, Maribeth and I decided to go to the craft fair downtown, and we brought Wolf with us. She bought some hot pepper jelly and I bought dog treats. Everyone and their mother commented on Wolf…”Oh, he’s so cute!”, “Can I pet him?”, “What kind of dog is that?”, just the typical things folks say when I bring Wolf out in public. He handled it well, in that he ignored most of the people and pretended, I think, he was king of all he surveyed. Oh wait…yeah, he doesn’t have to pretend that.

On the way back to Maribeth’s, Wolf started acting weird…wouldn’t drink, wouldn’t eat, tore up the magazines Megan gave me last night and made a nest in the car…think I’m joking, right? I wish…he also shed hair over every possible surface in the car. Then I had to fight him to get him back in the crate. I offered him lobster…no I don’t want it, he emphatically made it known.

So after a lovely lobster, baked potato and corn on the cob dinner, I had to leave and take my pain in the ass lovely shiba inu home.

The second I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car and opened his crate, he decided it was time to eat one of the crack biscuits I left for him in the car and then immediately wanted to be fed as soon as we got in the door. Then he did the Shiba 500 around the house, played with a couple toys and is snoring peacefully on the couch.

No shiba shots…but here is a dackel puppy shot:

mmmm, you’re delicious, nom nom nom!

Shibas are weird…