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