Free ID Tags

One of mommy's friends who lives in San Diego shared this with us and told us to spread the word.

The Animal Trust Foundation is a foundation that helps animals find their forever home (or return to their warm comfy home). For people who live in the San Diego county, the foundation has a way of helping owners be reunited with their beloved pets: FREE ID tags. You can get up to 3 per household. The Animal Trust Foundation is a tax deductible non-profit organization. If you want to donate to them, there contact information is here: Contact Information.

ID tags are a quick and painless way for animals to be associated with an owner and the owner can be notified that someone has their family member.

Mommy has picked up a few dogs in the past that were just roaming the neighborhood. Luckily, all the dogs had tags, and all the owners got the message that she left. They all were happily greeted by their mommy or daddy and went back to their warm home. In all instances, no one knew that their pup had escaped.

One gentleman came home and didn't see his fluffy white dog, but did see a message on his answering machine. When he checked it, he heard that mommy had picked up his big fluffy dog on the way to taking me to the vet, and she had his dog. The big white doggy loved car rides. We were both happy with our tongues sticking out, bouncing along to the vet (the road near the vet's is very bumpy, the road takes forever to get fixed). Mommy had the vet check for a microchip, but no microchip. The fluffy dog's tag was faded, but luckily mommy was able to barely make out the phone number to call (I think she called the wrong number the first time). The big white doggy's owner came to our house that evening to pick the doggy up and boy was she happy to see him. Apparently, the gardener accidentally let her out of the yard in the morning, and she was wandering outside for a while with no water (plus it was a warm day). Mommy stopped to give her some water and while she was drinking, mommy was looking around for someone, but no one was around (so mommy opened the car door and let her hop in). The gentleman wanted to give mommy something, but mommy refused to take it. Mommy was just very happy to see someone come pick her up. Mommy even sent her home with a bag of treats that the doggy really liked. Lesson to this story: tag your pets! It's way cheaper than microchipping, and you don't need a special reader to see the information.

Tokyo, you have a bunch of friends in SD, can you help me spread the word, please?

HeadCheese!

This is Mika's mommy, borrowing Mika's blog!

I had to share: I tried headcheese for the first time today! It was deeeelicious!

I went to the local butcher shop earlier this week and bought some sausage, and something caught my attention: headcheese. I had never tried it before, but I saw Andrew Zimmern try it a bunch of times on Bizarre Foods. Now, I love "weird" foods. (I can't watch Bizarre Foods without getting hungry. That must be how Mika feels when he stares at me eat.) The thing that Andrew hates, durian, I absolutely love. I think it is the best smelling, best tasting thing in the world. It might have also helped that I grew up eating it. I love chicken feet, pig ears (not the dog chews. There is a dish that my mom makes that uses pig ears. It's kind of jelly, but at the same time crunchy, but pure yum!), cow hoof (again, not dog chew. There is a local restaurant that makes a cow hoof stew on the weekend. Yum!), and many other exotic foods.

Anyways, I finally got around to opening my package of headcheese today. I said "look Mika! It's headcheese!" Mika gave me the most confused look ever. I think he was looking for cheese, but could smell that it wasn't cheese. For those of you who don't know what headcheese is here is a link to Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Head_cheese I had told the kid who rung me up at the butcher's that I had never eaten it before and I asked him how do I prepare it. He said I could fry it up, or just eat it as is on top of some bread. I opted for both today. The first slice, I fried up. Now, I'm not sure if there is a trick to keeping the headcheese together while you fry it up, but mine disintegrated on me. Oh well, I dumped the headcheese on my toasted bread and chomped away. Mika was looking very intently at what I was eating. For a good reason too. The headcheese fried was delicious. It almost took on the taste of corned beef. I didn't give any to Mika because I didn't know all the exact ingredients that went in their "spice" blend. The next piece of headcheese I tried as is. Straight out of the bag onto a piece of toast. This way was also delicious! Not as much flavor as when I fried it (but when does anything have more flavor before you fry it?), but the taste of the beef tongue and other misc meats really pushed through for a delectable treat. The kid who run me up warned me about the gelatinous texture of the headcheese if it is not fried first, but you know what? It didn't bother me. It is actually less gelatinous than the pig ear dish my mom makes. The texture was like bologna but the taste was much more.

Next time, Mika. I'll let you try some. There is a zip top bag full of it in the fridge. But now, I need to save room for dinner. I'll give you some turkey when I come home, Mika. ...Stop staring at me like I just took your favorite toy away... I don't have anymore headcheese on my plate.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! We're thankful for everyone of you readers and tweeters (is that how you say it?) and everyone who has supported us!

Cousin and I

Mommy, auntie, cousin, and I went for a car ride and trip yesterday. Here are some highlights:

In auntie's car, I got to sit in mommy's lap because of the lack of space.

In Pet People, I farted on mommy's foot/shoe because she wasn't paying attention to me. I was sitting on her foot, and she still didn't pay attention to me, so I let out a loud fart on her shoe to get her attention. It was "stinky" too! BOL!

Everywhere we went that night, everyone but one person knew I was a shiba. That one person thought I was a corgi, but he also didn't know too much about dogs. His friend had to explain what I was to him.

Cousin Lani got petted by lots of guys (she takes a bit longer to warm up to guys, but this time she went up to them!) At first, she was afraid of the donation bell guy, but when auntie said that cousin Lani was afraid of the bell, he stopped ringing it, and cousin Lani went right up to him! Yayy!

On the way to Petco, I gassed everyone in the car.

Cousin Lani and I were sniffing around Petco, and mommy said she can hold cousin Lani's leash. About a minute after the leash transfer, cousin Lani was sniffing around and squatted and started peeing. I stuck my nose and sniffed the pee and right away I lifted my leg and peed on mommy's leg (unbeknownst to mommy). We overwhelmed mommy!!!! Mommy was trying to stop cousin Lani from peeing inside the store so she was totally missing out on me peeing on her pant leg until she looked down and saw me with my leg lifted. By that time, cousin Lani had already finished and I was about done when she pulled my leash to move me away from her leg. Surprisingly, mommy was really calm throughout the incident (besides saying our special stop word, mommy didn't yell at us. Well, you can't say that the stop word was a yell, it was kind of a grunt? I don't know how to explain how mommy says my stop word.). We couldn't have orchestrated this any better! Cousin Lani started peeing, I sniffed and nearly at the same time as I started sniffing, lifted my leg (I learned some tactics from my old Marine family and my current Navy family: the art of working together and doing something unexpected! Truthfully, mommy should have been prepared.).

You know, I needed a way to let all the other dogs know that she was my mommy. That was the most direct way of doing it. Mommy is MINE!

I think that's all of the highlights from hanging out with cousin Lani yesterday. Cousin Lani, do you have more you can think of?

P.S. Mommy and auntie were joking about it all the way home. Mommy does have the mentality of a dog sometimes: what's past is past.. time to joke about it!

Bath Time!

Daddy came home last weekend and mommy decided that I needed a bath. I was already in the bathroom with her, so she had daddy put me in the tub (this tub is too tall for me to jump into) and give me a bath.

Before the bath, I wasn't really shedding. I was a little, but it was my normal amount. After the bath, my fur was coming out in clumps. I decided to blow my coat after the bath. Daddy jokes that the dirt I rolled around in outside was keeping my fur together, and when mommy decided I needed a bath and therefore washed out all of the dirt (the water was brown when they were rinsing me), the fur got loose and came out with the dirt.

It's now time to blow my coat. Thanks mommy for starting me out in your bathroom. =) It definitely helped me claim your bathroom as mine! The day you can remove all of my fur from the bathroom is when it is yours again! =)

Grandpa

My absolute favorite person in the world right now is... GRANDPA!!!! Mommy met up with grandpa this weekend to spend some family time with him. Grandpa gifted her his dehydrator, a batch of his home made beef jerky, AND he didn't forget about me! He also gave mommy a bag of home made doggie treats to give to me! Mommy broke into her jerky today and I tried to use shiba mind control to get some, but mommy have me grandpa's doggie treats instead. (I still prefer the jerky.. yummy beef!) The doggie treats are very nommy. Grandpa even included a home made bone shaped cookie cutter for mommy to make more home made treats for me. (Grandpa is very handy. He makes a ton of things by himself. Grandpa and daddy get along really well. Mommy's lucky. They both love to talk about building things. I wonder if they will make something together (for me!)?)

 I absolutely can't wait until mommy makes more of grandpa's beef jerky. I am going to NOM them ALLLLL!! Good luck, daddy, trying to get some from me! You're going to have to fight me for it!

Time to see if I can shiba mind control mommy to hurry up and go to the butcher's to get some fresh beef!!! ...maybe if I drool on mommy's foot....