Ah, crap.

The suitcases are out and the people are all in a flutter. Oh, and Mom has been giving us extra petties and keeps telling us how much she's going to miss us. WTF?

Something tells me we won't be on the blog circuit until later next week. I wonder if we're going to stay with Uncle Brett and MADDIE?!?!?! Surely they wouldn't take us to a kennel?

Keep your paws crossed.

xo,
Wiley

P.S. We really want our friend Tadpole to play our Tagsie game because he is so funny and totally cracks us up. So Tad - there you go! Your nickname ends in a consonant - consider yourself TAGGED!

I Got Tagged!

Poppy tagged everydog whose name ends in a “Y” to play this totally fun game. And guess what? MY name ends in a “Y” and you-know-who’s name DOESN’T! Poppy, you rule!

It’s a game that’s meant for the hairless Humans, so our Mom tried to alter it a little bit so it’s easier for everydog to answer. We hope that’s okay, Poppy!

Here it goes . . .

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (favorite stuffie + tail characteristic)
Wendell Curls-a-Lot

2. YOUR GANGSTER NAME: (favorite kong-filler + favorite cookie)
Peanut Butter Crunchie

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color + favorite animal species)
Orange Horsie

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name + city where you were born)
Pants New York (My mom can’t remember the name of the town – WTF?)

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name)
Kri-Wi

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (“The” + 2nd favorite color + favorite drink)
The Red Water (Is that what Mommy drinks out of wine glasses?)

7. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Arthur James

8. STRIPPER NAME: (your favorite scent + favorite treat)
Dead Animal Goldfish Cracker (Mom said this sounds like a really scary stripper)

9. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names)
Frances Daniel

10.TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your V.E.T.’s last name + a major city that starts with the same letter)
Coburn Copenhagen (that is so cool!)

11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday + favorite flower)
Autumn Daffodil (that name’s kinda femme for a guy of my stature.)

12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit + article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Pineapple Harnessy

13. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast + your favorite plant)
Kibble Weeds

14. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (“The” + Your favorite hobby + favorite weather element + “Tour”)
The Tennis-Ball-Catching Snow Tour (oooh, I likey!)

That was awesome. Now I will tag everydog whose name ends in a consonant to play! You guys are IT!

Wiley

Sleeping on a Cloud of Barkday Dreams . . .

It may not have been my Barkday . . . but it's kinda comfy to reap the benefits.



Oh, sweet softness . . . enrapture me!

xo,
Wiley

Best.Barkday.Ever.

Hi everydog and Hazel! It's me . . . the Barkday Girl! Sorry it took me so long to share the details of my pawty! It was so awesome - check this stuff out!

I got this cool PINK camo bone! It's super tough and pretty, just like me! (The coordinating green one is for Wiley . . . who already had his Barkday in June. WTD?)



I also got a PINK tire! Now I only need three more and then I'll be able to take a road trip to the next Disco Pawty on Jackman Ave. Woo hoo!



I also got this really cool aligator thingy.



Who now looks like this. Hee hee.



This thing is so funny to me. It's soft and squeaky and totally fun. I can't even explain it.



Oh! And I got a Bar-B-Chew Rib Rack! Did you hear that? MY OWN RIB RACK!!!



And a side of corn! Not just any corn, but corn that tastes LIKE BACON!



Sweet baby Jesus! Would you look at these bones?!?!?! They are filled with PEANUT BUTTER and some stuff called granola!



I didn't get all of my Barkday gifts at once, which I thought was kinda dumb and weird, but Mom thought that I would be "overwhelmed" and "possessive." Whatever. It ended up being even more fun to get a new toy here and there throughout the day. I was so totally excited, I even let Wiley join in on my Barkday fun!

We both wanted the tire.



But I got the PINK camo bone!



And Wiley knew the green one was for him.



But then I think my unexpected graciousness got to Wiley's head because he started to want EVERYTHING! Look at this!



And this!



I told him, "I'll let you have the corn, but don't even THINK about touching MY RIB RACK!"



I didn't let it out of my sight for the rest of the day.



Oh, and I got my corn and my PINK tire back, btw. I'm no idiot, and they're mine, after all.



It was around the time that I was just settling in for a nice, long chew when a certain rodent who has been stealing my food decided to CRASH MY BARKDAY PAWTY! Can you believe the nerve???? I have to admit that I was so deeply enthralled with my corn that I didn't even see him scurry beneath the couch. It wasn't until Daddy came creeping over with a strange metal contraption that I knew some THING or some RODENT had crashed my pawty.



I tried with all of my might to get the little bugger but Daddy got him first and spared his smelly life. Humans are so bizarre . . . doesn't Daddy realize that it would have been the perfect addition to my Bar-B-Chew extravaganza?!?!?!



Ugh. He set it free in the yard, but I'm telling you - if that little vermin sets foot in my house again or even THINKS about crashing another one of my pawties, his tail is mine! (And oh what a tail it is! Lick!)

That stupid mouse totally rained on my Barkday parade. But just when it seemed like my pawty couldn't be recovered, I saw a flicker of light coming from the kitchen. Daddy lifted me up and what to my wondering eyes did appear? A HUGE, super-sized PINK cupcake with a sparkling candle! Just for ME!



Mom said the cupcake looked like a little piggy when she bought it - it had ears and a snout and two little black eyes just like mine, but it fell over when she drove it home from the store. She tried to salvage it and was so upset that it got ruined but I was like, "Are you kidding me? I don't care!" She cut a piece off and gave it to me on my very own cocktail plate!



Wiley had some, too, but he's gotten enough face on my Barkday blog. Suffice to say he loved the cupcake, too.

After all was said and done, it was probably my best Barkday EVER. I think I'm still seeing PINK . . . but only in my dreams because I've pretty much been sleeping ever since.



I may be three but, really, I don't think I look a day over two.

Sweet Barkday dreams,
Fievel

The Sweetest Hangover

I was on a major Barkday high, but I totally crashed and I've been too pooped to blog. But I promise to get myself together and post all the details tomorrow. Let me tell you, though . . . it was awesome! There was a huge, PINK cupcake JUST FOR ME, so many toys, some cool new bones I've never seen before, and a special visit from a certain rodent I think we've mentioned in the past (no joke!). It was my Barkday, it was all about ME, and IT WAS CRAZY FUN!

I can't wait to tell you all about it . . . so stay tuned.

Love,
Fievel

P.S. Thank you so much, everydog, for your Barkday wishes! You guys are the bestest!

Psssst...

Tomorrow's my BARKDAY!!!!!!!!



I am positively drunk with excitement. Can you tell?

Till tomorrow...

Fievel

Week in Review

Sorry it's been a while since my last post. Mom hasn't been around much and it's kinda hard to type with long nails and no thumb thingies. Why can't the humans just bark to each other? It's so much easier than this blogging stuff.



Anyroo, I kept leaving our blog up on the screen and Mom *finally* took a hint! So now she's transcribing this post as I bark it to her. She types anything I say. See? She just did it. Wiley is the best Shiba in all the land. She did it again! Rooooooo!!! This is great. Fievel is the worst Shiba in all the land and we are putting her up for adop... (Mom to Wiley: Okay, we get it. Focus!)

Okay, okay, that was fun. Back to business. So, last weekend was pretty awesome. On Saturday my best pal Maddie came over but Mom and Dad didn't take any pictures of us because Fievel and I were both so excited to see her that we wouldn't sit still long enough for a proper photo. We were so tired the next day that we slept and slept and slept. Mom was afraid at one point that we weren't breathing, so she went into the frig and grabbed the cheese and MAN did that get our Shiba butts up! She started to put the cheese into our kongs, and I was so excited that I temporarily lost my manners.



Mom was all, "Get down, Wiley!" Real serious-like! But if she was really mad that I jumped up on the counter, why did she laugh and take my picture? The humans are so transparent. But I got down because I am a gentleman at heart, and Mom rewarded me with this.



The BIGGEST, BLUEST kong in the world STUFFED WITH CHEESE! mmm!!! And now for the kicker--Fievel got the stupidest, littlest kong in the world that only holds, like, half a piece of cheese. Sweet justice!!!!



I swear, she's so oblivious she didn't even know the difference. But whatever, more cheese for me!

I know I bust on Fievel and I have every right to because she can be so mean and it's so uncalled for because I am nothing but cordial to her. But I have to admit that we've done some fun stuff together this week. It hasn't been all cheese and pawties, mind you, but regular, nice Shiba stuff. Like, on Monday we took some nappies.



And on Tuesday we told each other jokes and nearly laughed our Shiba butts off.



And on Wednesday, Fievel went so far as to steal an unsuspecting kiss. It was kinda sweet, but still totally gross and this does not mean I love her!!!



Now wait...before you get all sappy and think Fievel is changing her evil ways, let me show you what she did on Thursday.



Yup, apparently one bone isn't enough, so you-know-who stole mine and then hoarded it with hers on her couch. We got in a fight a few minutes later and that made Mom mad and sad so she confiscated both of the bones and then we both got nothing. This makes ME mad and sad because Mom should just confiscate Fievel and be done with it.

Anyroo, that's my week in review. Our Mom has been checking your blogs and keeping us updated on everything you've been up to. It sounds like everydog is having a great week, except for Tadpole who got a totally weird 'do. (Tad: What was up with that? I hope it's back to normal now!)

Crap, I better run . . . Fievel is barking at something outside and I have a house to protect.

More soon,
Wiley

Adding Insult to Injury . . .

It just keeps getting worse. Look at what the old/new/REAL tennis ball looks like now. Bear in mind this is only 24 hours since the last post . . . this ball is DOOMED!



Again, could I BE more pathetic and sad in the background? This biotch is ruining my street cred. The only good thing is that Mom is taking major sympathy in me and I've had, like, so much popcorn I couldn't chase a ball if I wanted to. Whatever.

Sighs all around,
Wiley

Oops, she did it A-&@#$%-GAIN!

Okay, so I've been loving playing with the old, but new, REAL tennis ball that Mom resurrected over the weekend. Playing "catch" is my favorite game and that's, like, totally rare for a shiba. Unlike most shibas, I have a strange drive for catching and retrieving, even though it's not something I was bred to do. Fievel, on the other paw, really couldn't care less about catching or retrieving (or playing AT ALL) because she's just no fun. Case in point: Mom calls us over to play and she'd rather stare at my butt. (Note #1: Notice how I'm so quick and attentive, she couldn't even get me in the shot?!?! Note #2: What is on the television?)



Anyroo . . . I'm all about the old/new/REAL tennis ball. Every time Mom sits down, I run over with the ball in my mouth just waiting and longing for her to throw it to me. She can't resist my charm, and honestly I can't blame her. Here are some stunning shots of me in action. (Note #3: Notice that Fievel is no where to be seen. She's off in the corner doing something bad, no doubt.)





I'm so sporty, I can barely handle it. I was having THE TIME OF MY LIFE! Mom gave me so much praise and even went so far as to give me some POPCORN! This was awesome. But this also piqued the interest of a certain shiba with a foul case of the zacklies. Ugh - it was at this point that Fievel totally messed with my game. Check it out. (Note #4: Um, is it obvious to everydog that she didn't want to actually PLAY, she just wanted THE POPCORN???)



She is so irritating. Anyroo, Mom--who is a total softie--felt bad and tried to throw it to both of us (knowing full well that Miss Priss would let the ball hit her in the face before she lowered herself to doing anything sporty) and that little biotch actually gave me a fight!!!



I couldn't believe it, but she somehow managed to get it past ME! The greatest shiba goalie known to man!!! I don't think I need to explain the rest, it's pretty much self explanatory at this point, right? Fievel got the ball and ran away with it and destroyed it and pulled all the awesome fuzzy green stuff of, blah, blah, blah.



And now, my precious new/old/REAL tennis ball looks like this. (Note #5: I don't know if my sad and battered self could look anymore pathetic than it does in the background of this picture.)



Can't a shiba just play with his tennis ball? I'm telling you, she's killing me.

HUGE, MONSTROUS sigh,
Wiley

Me, Me, Meeeeeeee!

Hi, everydog! It's me, Fievel. My barkday is in exactly TWO WEEKS and everydog knows that the birth of a princess is cause for major hooplah. So, in honor of me—fabulous ME!—I’ll be sporadically posting pictures of myself over the course of the next two weeks for all of you lucky dogs to admire. I’ll also pop in with my barkday wish lists (yup, that’s plural) and other assorted fun in honor of, you got it, ME! Let the festivities begin!



Me, 2nd day home, experimenting with the sad puppy dog eyes. (Turns the humans into silly putty, btw!)



Me, checking out my first toy under the watchful eye of a very skeptical Wiley. (My, how the tables have turned!)



Me, gracefully sleeping in the middle of Wiley's bed. (Some things never change!) Note from Mom: Wiley has slept with one eye open ever since - and, unfortunately, never from the comforts of that long-since-destroyed bed. My poor boy.

Want more Fievelicious eye-candy? Check back for more of ME as I count down to my barkday!

Love,
Fievel

My Favorite Things . . .

This howl-iday weekend has been AWESOME. Seriously, it's been filled with, like, ALL of my favorite things. So, in an effort to do this most spectacular weekend justice, I decided to write a song to the tune of a famous diddy that I'm pretty sure everydog has heard. Here it goes. Ahem . . .

My Favorite Things

Tinkles on roses and petties from Daddy
Bright tennis balls and my best pal named Maddie
Barking at birdies that flap their big wings
These are a few of my favorite things!

Popcorn and pizza and kongs filled with cheee-eeez
I get them all if I only say pleee-eeez
Chewing on bonies and soft things with strings
These are a few of my favorite things!

Sun spots and kisses and afternoon nappies
Daddy tells Fievel that she has the zacklies*
Hotdogs and horsies and doorbells that ring
These are a few of my faaaavorite thiiiiings!

Oh my DoG! I had so much fun writing that song. I seriously can't stop laughing!



I hope everydog had a grrreat howl-iday weekend. If I've inspired you to write a song of your own, howl back!

xo,
Wiley

*the zacklies (n): a less-than-desired condition in which a certain poop-eating shiba's breath smells exactly like her, uhhh, poop.

The Great Tennis Ball Debate

Our Mom treats us like such babies sometimes. We used to play with REAL tennis balls, until one day she found these stupid little ones that she thought would be perfect for "smaller dogs." (Um, who is she calling small?) Anyway, yeah, I guess they're easier to catch but they're so flimsy and stupid. Fievel can bite through them in a few hours and then they don't even bounce anymore. Not that Fievel cares because she doesn't play with toys, she just destroys them. But me? I'm sporty and playing catch is my favorite game. This kinda screws up my whole day.

But yesterday, Mom found one of our old, REAL tennis balls. Look at it next to the little stupid one.



Isn't it glorious in all of its big, green splendor? I could have spent all day just smelling it, looking at it, relishing in the glory of it all.



But then you-know-who saw it.



She got it right out from under my nose! It all happened so fast, I couldn't even tell you how she did it but she took it over to her couch and then glared at me.



And then started her slow, but steady, destruction.



She is pure evil.



She pulls all the fuzzy green stuff off! She has no respect! Any well-mannered shiba knows that the fuzzy green stuff is WHAT MAKES THE TENNIS BALL SO GREAT!



And now I'm stuck ONCE AGAIN with the stupid little one that doesn't bounce. Where is the justice?



I don't even want to play anymore.

*Big sigh*

Wiley