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I spent the first 12 years of my life trying to, since the moment I knew what one was, convince my parents to get me a dog. Over and over I heard the refrain "our lifestyle just isn't right for a dog." One day, after the same back and forth arguments, my dad said instead that if my sister and I could find a breed that fit our lifestyle, we could get a dog. I'm pretty sure he didn't think one existed.
Two years of heavy researching produced the Shiba Inu, whose attitude, personality, and particular characteristics matched everything we needed:
*Independent.
*Not a huge breed.
*Quiet.
*Moderate grooming
*Able to adapt to children and cats if raised with them.
*Able to live comfortably without a *huge* yard.
*Clean.
To make things even better, when I saw my first Shiba, I was instantly captivated. I would have been fine with a dog that looked like ANYTHING - but the Shiba LOOKED like a big dog, and gave the impression of being a big dog, even when it really wasn't, which was exactly what I wanted. (Others agree - to this day when I show people photos of Kimi or Tai, they are always surprised when I tell them how they really aren't that big -from the pictures most people assume they are huge).
I got my first Shiba at fourteen years of age, and haven't looked back since.
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