I’m quite late in posting this, but better late than never, right?
A little backstory…
On our last trip to Japan, Gabe absolutely fell in love with the shiba inu. He begged and begged us to get one when we got back to the Great White North. Luck had it there was a breeder in Lethbridge that bread shiba’s and shikoku’s (the slightly larger cousin). And about 4 months later, we had ourselves a little potat to call our own.
Say ‘henlo’ to our newest fur baby, a red sesame shiba inu named Mochi. She’s officially my son’s doge, but I steal her whenever the opportunity presents itself to get in my cuddles.
We got her back in October at 8 weeks old. Now she’s a teenager at 7 months old, and such a sweetheart. Excellent companion for snuggles and kisses.
And Boo absolutely hates her.
They literally fight like cats and dogs; Mochi wants to play, the Boo wants to kill/maim/destroy. The two are like mater and anti-matter in that they cannot occupy the same space without blowing up the universe. So we make do. We’re hoping that eventually Boo will at least learn to tolerate Mochi, but fur-grand-parents can hope, right?
Mochi enjoys long walks through the neighbourhood (so she can bark at hunks of ice), many naps, and fuzzy pig-shaped stuffies that oink when she attacks them. And cuddles. And puppy kisses.
She’s a excellent addition to our cozy little household.
I hope to bring you many more adventures of The Moch in the future! Until then …
-Rissa
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