Hello World,

I'm back. Mom took the computer from me. Said she had to use it
for her stuff.

What?

I need my own laptop. I protested. Stomped my paws. Wooed in several
tones. Did she listen to me? No.

She told me I left dirt in-between all of the keys.
She said I had to clean my paws before I blogged.

Yeah! Yeah!

Mom has pictures of me in all of my beauteous glory she
has to download as soon as she can get Dad to show her
how to do it. I know everyone is anticipating that the
debut of me.

What's new world?

I'm still having to walk before breakfast every morning.
Humans! They never take a hint.

Oh, here's Raven.

Hey Arwen, why are you using Mom's computer? Hey Arwen,
why are you blogging? Hey Arwen, Mom says she's going to
put my picture on your blog? Hey Arwen, are you going to
post the picture of your twin sister fish, Shamu?

Pong.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

How has your week been?

Mine? Fine. We've had some rain along with
thunder and lightning. If it wasn't bad enough that we
had booms on the Fourth of July, Mother
Nature decides she's got to put on a light and sound
show every night.

I'm not complaining we need the rain, but we could
do without some of the booms.

Oh no, here comes Raven.

She's glaring at me(She still hasn't forgiven me for that last little
pong incident). Her eyes are a little red. She didn't sleep very well
last night. Usually, she sleeps through thunder booms.


"Hey Arwen, are you complaining about the booms last night?
Hey Arwen, that wasn't thunder. Hey Arwen, that was you
letting big loud stinky toots all night long."

Pong.

Later,


Arwen

Hello World,

Did you have a good Fourth of July?

Did you enjoy seeing the "pretty sparkle stars?"

Raven says they were very lovely this year.
She's going around singing "Arwen's a big
chicken Shamu dog."

All because I don't like fireworks and hide
under the bed during the booms.

"Hey Raven come here?"

"Hey Arwen, what cha' want?"

Pong. Pong. Pong. Pong. Pong.

Boom.

Oh, Raven has fallen over.

"Oh, wow, Raven you have pretty sparkle stars circling your head
like they do in the cartoons."


Later,


Arwen

Hello World,

Hope everyone has a great Fourth of July.

I'm going to be hovering under the bed due to the fireworks.
I hate them, when they go, boom! boom! boom! Makes me think
my doghouse is going to launch into outerspace.

Raven, on the other hand will be watching the fireworks. She LOVES them. She
thinks fireworks are "pretty." What does this say about Raven?

I will let you, world, draw your own conclusions



Here she comes! Her eyeballs are bouncing up and down in her sockets.
Mom, gave her those molasses cookies again. I'm going to bury those biscuits.

"Hey Arwen, tomorrow is the Fourth of July. Hey Arwen, you know what this means?
Hey Arwen, are you going to watch the pretty sparkle stars? Hey Arwen, I love the pretty sparkle stars. Hey, Arwen why do you run into your doghouse like a big Shamu chicken dog when the pretty sparkle stars go boom?"



Pong.


Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Here's the cover to my Mom's new book, INTO THE WILDEWOOD.
The story is about fifteen-year old half-elf Keelie Heartwood, a girl who lives,
at a Renaissance Faire (told you Mom loved those Renaissance Faires).
Keelie has to save a dying unicorn; otherwise, the elves and the nearby
forest will suffer the same fate.

Knot the cat is back in the book and up to his kitty mischief, too.
The cats around here are walking around with their tails poofed out,
thinking Mom based Knot the cat on them. Yeah right!
Did not.

Back to me. It's my blog.

So, I think Mom should write about a blue-eyed husky elf dog. I have
the pointed ears. I need to go and talk to Mom about her next writing
project.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

It rained last night. We all know what that means--
soft earth.

It's been so hot and with this drought, the
dirt has gotten so hard that it was hard even
for me to dig.

But, now the two top layers are soft and moist, and my
paws are itching to get into it.

Ya'll know what this husky's gonna be doing.

Dig. Dig. Dig.



Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

No bath today. I heard Mom mumbling something
about furmination.

Mom did mop the kitchen floor and told me not to
step a paw or claw on the linoleum.

When she went to take the mop and bucket
to the garage, heh, heh, heh, guess who left
a paw print?


Later,

Arwen