Past the ticket gates, Spencer Walther emerges from the subway, lugging what looks like a large laundry bag.
¡°Welcome! Welcome to Tokyo!¡± I squeal, hopping up and down as he deposits his ticket and squeezes past the barrier. ¡°Is this...?¡±
¡°Yep, meet Kitsune,¡± Walther says. Inside the black pouch, through a mesh window, I can see a red mameshiba ¡ª the toy version of Japan¡¯s Shiba dog breed ¡ª sitting still and stoic as a garden statue. One brown eye rolls toward me imperiously. ¡°She¡¯s ready to be out of her travel bag now.¡±
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