It took me many months to thoroughly consider whether the man and I could have a dog. Big dogs are simply not suitable for our small flat. As much as I would love to adopt a Singapore Special, they’re still too big. I don’t want to deal with puppies anymore. Cute as they are, I cannot deal with these pee machines’ destructive chewing and mischief. I’m also not keen on dogs that require constant attention or company. I absolutely cannot stand tiny dogs, not even if they’re supposed to be the smartest of all dogs. Not owning a pet isn’t an issue. It's fine by me, really.
Then we met her, a 1.5y.o female Shiba Inu. Her temperament seemed gentle enough around us. I was a little swayed. Can I manage her? She would have discarded many puppy quirks. While training never stops, she wouldn’t be as rowdy as a puppy. She wasn’t overly affectionate or boisterous. Yet she allowed me to handle her, even her paws. She was calm enough in the chaos that is a pet shop, permitted her nails to be clipped, and seemed well-adjusted to fellow canines and humans. She obviously adored the shopkeeper. I asked many times in different ways, why wasn’t she sold, why didn’t anyone take her. The shopkeeper shrugged and explained that it was timing perhaps, and she wasn’t affectionate even as a puppy, a forever-home somehow never worked out. We left the shop without committing to anything.
Well, the man simply fell in love with her at first sight. Her temperament! (I hope she wasn't faking it.) When he held her, she owned him. We met her a few times before she came home with us. She recognized us at each visit. Perhaps she just wanted the treats associated with our visits. Now, said 1.5 y.o Shiba Inu is living with us, her new human slaves. 🤣
The man somehow thought that a Shiba Inu, at its size, would make a good pet for us in this home. That was months back. I was flat-out horrified. The man has never had a dog, not even a childhood family pet. I grew up with puppies and big dogs. Fur and care aren’t an issue. However, I do not want to train a puppy or deal with the associated horrors of puppy-hood, and I most certainly wouldn’t want to pit wills with a stubborn adult Shiba Inu and suffer the infamous Shiba scream. Talking to owners of these dogs didn’t do anything to convince me to own one. Still, we were curious about dogs in general. Adopting a pet was our preference. For months, we scoured SOSD/SPCA ads, went to roadshows to meet dogs we might potentially adopt. None felt right. We decided to go to a highly-recommended and hopefully truly ethical pet shop for a look. Those Shiba Inu puppies were soooo cute. But cuteness did nothing to move my stone heart. I laughed really loud when a 3.5-month old was so excited to see us that she jumped around and pee-d mid-air, squirting many drops onto the man’s shoes.
Then we met her, a 1.5y.o female Shiba Inu. Her temperament seemed gentle enough around us. I was a little swayed. Can I manage her? She would have discarded many puppy quirks. While training never stops, she wouldn’t be as rowdy as a puppy. She wasn’t overly affectionate or boisterous. Yet she allowed me to handle her, even her paws. She was calm enough in the chaos that is a pet shop, permitted her nails to be clipped, and seemed well-adjusted to fellow canines and humans. She obviously adored the shopkeeper. I asked many times in different ways, why wasn’t she sold, why didn’t anyone take her. The shopkeeper shrugged and explained that it was timing perhaps, and she wasn’t affectionate even as a puppy, a forever-home somehow never worked out. We left the shop without committing to anything.
Well, the man simply fell in love with her at first sight. Her temperament! (I hope she wasn't faking it.) When he held her, she owned him. We met her a few times before she came home with us. She recognized us at each visit. Perhaps she just wanted the treats associated with our visits. Now, said 1.5 y.o Shiba Inu is living with us, her new human slaves. 🤣
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お帰り！❤️
she is naughty now! ugh.
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