These pictures were taken on our walks around the neighborhood.
I filled a kong with bananas and snausages and froze it 
Like I said in the previous post, Fatty mcFat Fat was way too fat for the jacket.
I forgot to put up the pictures for Sunday:
There’s tons more but I figure I’ll put these up for now!
She’s poopin’ awesomely and we’ve cut down on the walks since it’s not good for her growing bones. Pong^2’s still a fiesty little thing. I bought these Cloud Star Buddy Biscuits (Molasses Madness and Minty Madness) for her and she seems to like ‘em a LOT so she’s only allowed one a day!
I also got her a ‘jacket’ from Midwest Shiba Rescue which barely fits on her since she’s gotten so fat. It was a small and I figure it would fit since she’s a small….puppy. I wanted to take pictures but my camera batteries died so I’ll post up pictures tomorrow! The jacket barely fits her so she walks around all weird-like. But it is adorable 
According to the scale, she’s around 14 lbs already! That’s crazy! She does NOT seem that big. I can still carry her! I should just carry her around as exercise. hehe.
Hopefully she won’t grow too fast so the K9 Advantix flea medicine I bought won’t go to waste since it’s supposed to be for dogs from 11-20 pounds.
Till next mischievous act!
Warning: It’s really sad 
I don’t remember much from the place I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the humans. I remember Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying and I missed them so.
I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they wanted money and were sick of the “mess” that me and my sister made. So we were crated up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of us.
So many sights and sounds, and smells! We were in a store where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage, I hear the other puppies here. I see humans look at me, I like the “little humans”, the kids. They look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me!
All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us and we always hear “Aw they are so cute! I want one!” but we never get to go with any.
My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a “discount price” so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.
Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love to lick my new humans!
The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.
Today I went to the veterinarian. It was a strange place and I was frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held me softly and said it would be OK. So I relaxed. The vet must have said some sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I heard Severe Hip Dysplasia and something about my heart. I heard the vet say something about backyard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very much!
I am 6 months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad and to hear the mom and dad talk about how it might now be the time. Several times I have gone to that veterinarian’s place and the news is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run and play and nuzzle with my family.
Last night was the worst. Pain has been my constant companion. Now it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad and I don’t know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving, what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand but can only whine in pain.
The veterinarian’s table is so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all hug and love me and they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn’t seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her for giving me all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift and I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand. My vision is becoming dream like now and I see my Mother and my brothers and sisters in a far off green place. They tell me there is no pain there only peace and happiness. I tell the family goodbye in the only way I know how, a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had hoped to spend many many moons with them but it was not meant to be. “You see,” said the veterinarian, “Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders.”
The pain ends now and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have been different.
[ link from Northeast Shiba Rescue ]
It may be the amount of food and treats that we feed Pong Pong or the amount of exercise that she gets, but she is a poop maniac. Today, she pooped 3 times. ALL NORMAL SIZED POOP. None of them were wimpy or runny (which is good)! I’m not sure if I am proud or just dumbfounded.
We were unable to get into the dog park today because there’s a restriction on puppies younger than 6 months. So I guess we’ll have to wait till winter (she’ll be 6 months by then) before I can take her there again.
So instead, we decided to go visit the biggest dog in the world. Here’s a file photo dated August 1st of 2007 for you enjoyment:
This picture was taken when the 9 weeks old Pong^2 met Raijin for the first time. Unfortunately, like most fat adult dogs, he was not interested in her *at all*. In fact, he was rather offended when she practiced her ninja skills on him:
The second meeting went just as badly though I was unable to take any pictures to prove how much Raijin just hates on Pong^2. So we figured, hey, let’s meet at Raijin’s turf and *maybe* he’ll behave like a good ol’ host (when the sun shines outta my butt). There is no picture proof but Raijin just plain does not like chompin’ pups.
Pong^2 is way too hyper for Raijin so she needs to find a better playmate. One that can get off his big big butt and take a couple of swipes at her.
We went for the same 1.3 miles walk route and met James the welsh corgi again. They played/growled/threatened/poked/stole my treats (i mean sit for treats) for about 5 minutes before Pong^2 and I continued our walk. We saw a couple other dogs in the distance but the owners didn’t seem interested in bringing their dogs over so we left them alone.
Pong^2 starts puppy class on Sunday at Petsmart. Hopefully the other puppies will have the same insane hyper licking, eating, biting mode as her so she won’t be the only one trying to eat the floor
PMP has becoming a pooping machine. I wish I could’ve taken a picture of the SIZE of poop that came out of her today. Seriously, I don’t know how it got outta her. It EXPANDED when it came out or something!
We walked for about 1.3 miles today and Pong^2 is definitely awesome at leash-walking now. She doesn’t bite it anymore and wears the harness like a champ. Though putting it on her is another story. I have to keep distracting her with food so she’ll stop squirming and biting.
We met a small black poodle that kept barking when we were across the street. When we came over though, they sniffed and the poodle kept hiding away from pong^2! And with Pong Pong’s ADD, she was like ‘okay. wee! let’s keep going!’
Then we saw a 1 year old welsh corgi named James. Hehe. It’s always so funny when people give human names to dogs. I don’t know why it’s funny but I think it is! I would name a fish KAY if I had a fish. Anyways, she approached him slowly but he just started barking and going nuts. I think he was either trying to say ‘STAY AWAY’ or “WHAT ARE YOUUU!!’ So far, it seems dogs just don’t want to play with Pong Pong.
She pooped a bit when we walked home. Since I already used up the poop bag when she created the world’s biggest poop from the smallest dog, I had to pick it up with the treat bag (took out the treats of course).
I think I may take her to the dog park tomorrow.. I just have to remember to bring my camera