
Do any of you have odd "sleeping" positions too? Mommy wants to know. She caught me "sleeping" like this and asked outloud "isn't that uncomfortable?" I call it shiba yoga. I'm not asleep in that picture, I'm meditating.
-Nami


Most people asked what kind of dogs we were, which meant mommy had to input that we're mischievous escape artists and some of our other "extreme" quirks. *lays down and looks sweet* I don't understand why mommy said that, I don't think we're that bad and hard to take care of, just let us be us- (Mika: -and we can conquer the world!). A lot of people stopped us and said that they were shiba owners too (or knew someone who owns one, or some). Mommy and daddy were surprised at how many shiba there were that were around the area (they didn't see any, but just from how many people stopped them).

Then when mommy got out of the car, the smell of the ocean hit me like a ton of delicious bricks of doggy treats(mommy had the a/c and circulation on, so I didn't smell anything from outside)! I remember this smell! I was so excited when we were walking to the waterfront that I was zig zagging around in front of mommy and daddy despite the fact that they were trying to get me to "heel." They took me to the faaaar end of the dog beach in Coronado next to the base so I'd have to run further to escape to the non-dog side of the beach and the dog run area towards the street. Once I got there, they let me off leash and I was good for about half an hour.
I was running around in the water and swimming about next to daddy when the water got too deep for me.
Then, I decided, I like the sand more than water, so I went running towards the other end of the dog beach. It was so funny watching daddy just stand there looking after me and mommy running after me. I stopped by a family who were hanging out to sniff their bulldog's butt. Then I saw a couple throwing a nerf ball around and I played "monkey in the middle" with them until mommy chased me down and walked me by my harness back to daddy where I was leashed. Then mommy brought me back to the ocean to play in the water some more. We were there for probably an hour and a half, then we were on our way home. When daddy tried to rinse me off at the end, I was running away from the water. It didn't smell like the water I was swimming in, so I didn't want it to touch me. On the way home, I was so tired, I decided it was a great time to nap. Daddy took this picture right when I woke up, so I still look kind of sleepy. 
Me wading in the water with daddy.
Look! It's a shiba that likes water! Mommy kept asking me: "what kind of shiba are you?" But she was glad I liked water. She loves water, she lives for water. Daddy keeps calling her a fish out of water because sometimes she's awkward on land. Oh and she gets land sick, not sea sick. Such an odd human.
I was swimming.. mommy missed it. By this time, my feet were already touching the sand.
Still wading in the much liked salt water.
Well, that and to pay for the fecal test because the vet forgot to charge for that test.