Confessions Of A Shiba Stalker
[image error]Okay, I’m going to come right out and admit I don’t actually have a dog. You would, however, be forgiven for assuming that I was knee-deep in shiba inus, on account of I own a scary amount of stuff that is almost exclusively bought by fanatical pet owners who, uh, own shiba inus.
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Like shopping bags…
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…okay, a LOT of shopping bags…
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…and oven mitts…
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…and washcloths…
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…and squishy pillows…
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…and summer fans and packs of tissues…
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…and cooking pots…
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…and rice ball molds…
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…and useless Japanese handtowels that had to be bought because they folded into a cute little cloth book just filled with shibas and akitas (who needs a cloth book of dog pictures? Apparently, MEEEE)
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And if I give you a present (and if you’re deemed WORTHY) it’ll be in one of these little shiba boxes
But if that wasn’t bad enough, it gets worse. I stalk them. I stalk shibas with my camera. Forget those big game safaris in Africa, I just slink around the parks, shrines and streets of Tokyo, pretending I’m aiming at that super fascinating thing RIGHT NEAR THE SHIBA and…
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I’ve spotted them chilling at the Nezu Shrine…
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…getting their portrait taken at the Interpets trade show…
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…saying hello to some lesser breed (YES I covet that purse, do you even need to ask?)…
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…refusing to walk another step…
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…being stalked by other shiba stalkers…
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…and even being devoured by Godzilla
I know. Pathetic. And I’ll quit, I will, just as soon as I get that really cute shiba apron I spotted near Komagome Station…
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Jonelle Patrick writes mysteries set in Tokyo. The first one is Nightshade
