Hi! I'm a little shiba-fellow. Mom calls me Tuire, I have no idea why. That's an old Finnish name and it sounds really funny as a dogname. Well, at least mom thinks so and we all know her sense of humour. That's all about my name. It really doesn't matter how you call me as I won't obey you anyway.

Mom has some obscure hobbies. That's not the worst part, if the worst comes to the worst she takes me with her. I'm sure she has been too involved with horse showjumping as she wants ME to jump around weird obstacles. I've also been to a few dogshows. The best part at shows is when the judge tries to touch me. Then I can show him my big sharp teeth and growl while. Mom haven't gone mad yet, but I'm working on it... To put it more exactly I don't even have to work for it, because she tries to teach me obedience! Can you believe?! LOL.

I'm a bit fussy with my food. At the moment there's no Boxer at the household, so I don't have to be afraid some idiot cur comes and eats all my food. As sure as I am alive today this really was a bit of a problem with my Boxer big brother. You know, those wrinkleheads are extremely eager for food. No wonder in a hurry eating my daily portion of food I almost suffocated few times. It's extremely dizzy hanging down from legs and have mom's fingers at the throat... And I couldn't even scream my head off. Actually, unlike others Shibas I don't yell much - it gives me a shocking headache. I think barking is more effective driving away woolly people. Her bark is worse than her bite doesn't really match on me. Who the heck invents those stupid proverbs?