Shi-Beagle

Sorry beforehand because I write a lot and sometimes it’s unnecessary and can’t be helped. If you’re into reading then gladly read my essay on my experiences 😂. Guardian is a brown shade color with a white chest and white paws, with little bits of black as well. He and his siblings have more of their mother’s(Beagle) traits than his father(Shiba), only three males had the same shade of color as Guardian, most resembled the father’s(Shiba) tan shade of color and white paws, and they all had their mother’s floppy ears, they all had great amount of energy and howled and screamed a lot at times, I decided to keep one which was Guardian. His dad the Shiba, used to be territorial and aggressive with his food and toys so I never wanted them to play until he was big enough and until the dad was trained better, since the father came from a family that didn’t train him well before my brother adopted him so we became a better dog a year after their birth. He and Guardian are best friends now whenever he visits and has the same energy to keep up with each other. The mother is older and was obese at the time of her pregnancy due to her eating habits. I could go on forever about them but its about my experiences with shi-beagles so I might as well explain their whole life story haha. His dad was only 2 years when he mated with Guardian’s mom the beagle who was 6 years and in heat. It was an accidental case but a miracle in disguise. The first Emergency Vet we took his mother to explained to me and my friend that she, a 2 month pregnant dog, had very underdeveloped pups in her womb and that they only heard one heartbeat, and it may have been because she was overweight at the time and the thick blubber shielded their equipment haha, but HEY... They gave me false information and I had to pay A LOT just for a checkup. But they recommended me go to another hospital for her c-section which I’m glad I did. This vet explained to me that it was possible she’d die because she couldn’t give birth on her own and she’s had breathing issues the past two days. Well little did they know, after the c-section, as I’d have very little hope left, the biggest miracle happened. The surgeon called me and told me she did well and that all EIGHT puppies are alive and HEALTHY! none were underdeveloped or dead! The vet before this one explained there were 7 and only ONE left alive... it was a crazy miracle. By the way the mother’s name is Angel 😇. So Guardian, Angel haha. My family has had the mother(beagle) for about 6.5 years before she and the father(Shiba Inu)mated. The father was only 2 years old and was not too good with his personal belongings at the time due to his aggressions. They were both stubborn personalities and escape artists. Most of the pups had a strong eating habit like mama and tendency to sniff and wander around like both hunting type of parents. They only grew to be just slightly bigger than the mother’s size but smaller than the father. The mother is about 25 pounds and small-medium while the father is 30-40 pounds, is a medium-large but has kind of short legs. Surprisingly there was one pup that managed to outgrow his father. That pup was super energetic and strong when he was first born, always crawling everywhere and whining to get his mother’s milk and loved eating a lot, and was the best escape artist of them all as he grew up. He’d literally become Spider-Man and climb the caged enclosure when mama needed a break and they were only 1 month old! When they reached 2 months, He and one of his sisters climbed up and we found them with their legs sticking out of the puppy food bag hahaha! They had big pot bellies after that and managed to digest it all in one go... ahh fun times. :) He was expected to become big, but he was apparently so big and tall when his owners showed a photo of his growth at 1 year and he looked so tall and different compared to all of the others, meanwhile Guardian is only slightly bigger than his mother and doesn’t have a big appetite, but he’s the perfect size for me. He’s been an escape artist just like his parents used to be, always either hopping over the fence or squeezing through little gaps, they are very swift tricksters. When Guardian was about 5 months he began his troublemaking streak haha. We don’t have... the best fences on the sides of the house because they were homemade fences since my parents never wanted to install real fences, so he sometimes would jump over the 4-5ft fences or squeeze through a tight gap if he really wanted to go chase a rabbit or squirrel, or go see what he smells in the front yard. He’s made me paranoid ever since haha. There’s been 2 times he was just in the garden sniffing around or digging and I didn’t see him in a quick glimpse because he camouflages well with brownish black landscapes, and he also wasn’t coming when I whistled or called out to him so I walked many blocks to see if anyone saw him, drove around the nearby lake to check if in case he was around since he loved the Lake as there was a forest entrance he liked walking through. After about 30 minutes to an hour, I go back to the backyard in a grieving moment, JUST to see him sitting and staring at me when I see him on the porch...(🤦🏻‍♂️...) I was sure he ran off and came back the second occasion because a stranger literally said he saw a dog roaming and scent marking around trees and Guardian literally peed on every tree. He was so nice he helped me look around but once I found Guardian in the backyard AGAIN... I didn’t see the guy ever coming back so I never got the chance to tell him I found him.. he might still be searching till this day 😂. God bless that kind person. He is surprisingly extremely well with chickens, ducks and other dogs since my family also has these animals around the backyard as well. He just has the problem of wanting to sniff all of them even if it means getting pecked or growled at. He’s always been submissive which is good with aggressive or territorial dogs since he usually knows to play nice but sometimes he can be a playful jerk who teases them and runs off 🤭😂. Anyways he is 2 years old now and he is not as crazy as he was when he was a puppy, no escaping attempt since 6 months ago so that’s good. He loves to cuddle with anyone when he’s asleep. He still acts like a puppy, maybe because he had been raised at this home since he was born and still gets to play with his mom as she also lives in the same household. I’m just glad he has a good heart and lively energy, has never hurt another dog on purpose and is not aggressive with his belongings, that’s Good enough for me 😅. He needs to stop humping everything and everyone though 🤦🏻‍♂️😂... If you made it this far, thanks you’re a trooper!

We've had Waffles for over 7 months now and while he was a rescue and we don't know his actual history, his DNA kit did come back 50/50 Beagle Shiba Inu. He certainly demonstrates some of these traits but is less active than expected, immediately loves anyone and everyone (and expects lots of attention in return), rarely barks/bays/screams, and seems to be much easier to train than the lab mixes and beagles we've had in the past.

Ours was a non-planned mix. Older Beagle was knocked up by a young Shiba Inu. We have 2 and they are each unique in their own ways.

My dog was an accidental breeding of a very young male Shiba and a very small Beagle. I got her when she was 6 weeks and lost her when she was 16.5. We lived in apts with no yard and houses with fenced yards. When we lived in apts, we went to the dog park every day. I moved her around a lot and changed her environment several times. She went through 2 divorces and 2 cross country moves with me. She adapted to anything I threw at her. I never had a problem with her disliking people, kids, or other animals. Believe me, she was not a walk in the park every day. She could never go anywhere without a leash. She was a bolter if she saw daylight. The first couple of years of her life she had to be crated if I wasn't in the house. I came home once when she was a puppy and she had destroyed a 10 pound bag of flour and a bag of potting soil. I learned that if you left something where she could get it, she would get it. If she destroyed something, it was definitely my fault because I didn't take care of my stuff. She was a cat disguised as a small brown dog. Very independent. Very clean. Walked on the back of the couch. Had to have a perch to see out of the window or she would create one. Had no interest in people unless there was food involved. She could find the one person at the dog park who had dog treats. She was never mean or vicious, but everything was on her terms. But she was more compassionate than a cat. Never sick except for the time she tore her ACL when she was nine. She didn't slow down or decline until the last week of her life. She took very good care of me and after 2 years, I still miss her more than my husbands.

He is protective of family. He learns quickly. He is quick to bark and generally unwilling to let people in our house. He energetic and playful.