Staircase of Doom? . . .

Every night our humans go UP the staircase, completely lethargic and sad. The next morning they come DOWN the staircase, and they are just as lethargic and sad, but then they leave the house for hours at a time!!!



This ritual obviously doesn't make them happy, so why do they do it?



Maybe they should just stay on the stairs with us? We are not lethargic and we are not sad!



The humans really are a strange breed, aren't they?...

xo,
Wiley & Fievel

Thanksgiving At Home = LOTS of Dirty Dishes!

Hosting Thanksgiving means having lots of leftovers, but it also means having LOTS of dirty dishes. I swear, I have been cleaning FOR DAYS . . .



And days . . .



And days!



Wiley may have worked the day of Thanksgiving, but who do you think has been picking up the slack ever since?

*burp*

Fievel

I worked hard for the turkey...so hard for the turkey...

Thanksgiving was at MY HOUSE this year, which meant we had to work. My mom was assigned to cooking the turkey, Dad was assigned to the carving the turkey, and I was assigned to quality control.

Yup, Grandpa is satisfied with his meal. (Are you sure, Grandpa? Do you want my input before you give your final answer?)



Grammy is satisfied, too. (Really, Grammy? I can help you decide if it's juicy and tender enough before you give your final answer?!?!)



I wasn't sure if our guests were just telling me what I wanted to hear so I could submit a satisfactory report to my Project Manager. So, I decided to inspect the turkey myself, just to be safe. I didn't want to mess up my first assignment as Quality Control Specialist, after all!



Yeah, I guess it met my standards and held up to all codes.



I phoned in my report to my Project Manager and promptly punched in my time card before taking a long, much-needed nap. This working stuff isn't as easy as it looks!



I hope all of our American pup and human friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

xo,
Wiley

Pee Ess: Fievel did absolutely nothing to contribute, yet Mom gave her a plate of turkey anyway. WTD?

Ding Ding Ding!

There is an 18-pound turkey defrosting on the counter . . .



And it better be for me!

xo,
Fievel

Sunday Secrets

When we were sunbathing yesterday and my tail was in Fievel's face . . .



. . . I had serious gas.

Bwah-ha-ha-ha!

xo,
Wiley

Saturday Sunbathing

Yes, that's Wiley's tail in the foreground. And, no. His face will not appear on this post.

xo,
Fievel

Factoid and Confusion

Our mom learned today that the plural of Shiba Inu is Shiba Inu.


i.e., Daddy is holding two Shiba Inu.
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Therefore, she thinks the plural of Shiba is most likely Shiba!


i.e., There are two Shiba asleep on the couch.
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To make a long, boring English lesson short . . . she's saying that our blog is ALL WRONG! We aren't "2 SHIBAS!" And no, this blog isn't "FOR THE LOVE OF SHIBAS!"


i.e., OUR WHOLE LIVES HAVE BEEN A LIE and we are PEE O'D!
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We like our blog the way it is but with Anal McEnglish Pants in the house it's going to be PRETTY hard to let this one slide. What should we do? Obey the laws of English and change everything we know and love, or contact an editor at Doglish New World Dictionary and see about getting it changed?

We realize this is exhausting and mind-numbingly stupid, but mom made us do it.

xo,
Wiley & Fievel

Um, what is going on here?

Why is a shiba featured on the cover of this book?



And, more importantly, how did they get that shiba into custody? Holy crap you guys, do you think they're conducting experiments on him? Or torturing him until he spills his beans about why some of us exhibit these "problem" behaviors?

What if we're next?!?!?!?!

Scared senseless,
Wiley & Fievel

Dog's best friend

Whoever declared Dog as man's best friend must have been a Dog himself.

I love you, Daddy!

xo,
Wiley

Friday: The Mystery Deepens

I was waiting for Sir or Madame Friday to arrive so I could put a face with the name and get some tips on the whole "power-over-humans" thing. I looked out the window all day for him/her to show up, but this was all I saw.



I was so tired from all the waiting, so I took a nap . . . just to rest my eyes.



And since Fievel likes to copy me, she took a nap, too.



I forgot to set an alarm and we totally overslept. By the time we woke up, Sir or Madame Friday had already come and gone! And it looked like this outside!



WTD? Friday's powers can make the humans bonkers with joy *and* it can bring snow? I'm telling you . . . it's getting more mysterious by the minute.

xo,
Wiley

(Pee Ess: I exercised a little artistic freedom here. The snow picture was taken tonight, but the autumnal picture was actually taken on October 5th. Friday is powerful, but not so powerful that it can take the leaves off the trees *and* make it snow all in one day! Or can it? Hmmmm.)

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Dear Sir or Madame Friday,

I'm not sure who or what you are, but your power over my humans is unDOGly. Your presence can make them walk on water, but your absence...oh, your haunting absence...it hangs over my house like a relentless cloud of doom that can make even the happiest shiba look like this:



Please . . . I beg of you, Sir or Madame Friday - whoever you are and wherever you are - can you please get here soon?

Amen and all that stuff,
Wiley

Pee Ess: When you get here, can we sit down for a minute to bark about, like, how you got to be so powerful and how I can channel some of that to get cheese and stuff? Thanks, man! (or woman!)

Shiba Games

Sometimes I like to copy everything Wiley does . . . just to annoy him.



See?



I wonder how long it will take him to get mad?


-Fievel