Hello World,

Mom is threatening to give me a bath because
I smell 'ripe'.

Me? A bath? I don't need a bath. I'm very
offended by her 'ripe' comment.

Go give the "The Cat" a bath. He stinks.
He smells 'ripe'. In fact, I saw him rolling
in the compost pile. Yeah, that's it. It wasn't
me rolling in the compost pile. It was 'The Cat'.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,



Sorry, it's been so long since I have posted.



Let me give you an update:



1. Several holes have been dug.



2. I have not found the stupid princess cone hat.



3. Raven has been all sweet and lovey-dovey to Mom.



4. Mom calls Raven 'twinkle paws' because she's such a happy dog.



5. I am not jealous of Raven.



6. Mom tells me to get my snooter out of a snit.



7. 'The Cat' has demanded screen acting guild wages for his role in The Taming of the Woo.



8. Mom has threatened to get out the furminator.



9. "The Cat" has demanded that he be allowed to write a new play, Winter's Tail (it's all about meow).

10. Need I go on.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

No luck finding the stupid princess cone hat. I may have to
get Raven involved in this investigation.

Mom just smiles at me. "How's the puppy doing?"

I glare at her. "Puppy wants thes stupid princess cone hat.
Puppy doesn't want to be the shrew in The Taming of the Woo.
Puppy wants a truckload of rawhide bones. That is what the puppy
wants."

Mom ignores me.

I need to go and dig a hole.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Mom has hidden the stupid princess cone hat that the
leading dog has to wear in the Shakespaw plays.
Unfortunately, it won't fit "The Cat".

Mom was holding the stupid princess cone hat
yesterday, fluffing the tulle, when she
saw me ogserving her.

"Arwen, you have an evil glint in your eyes."

She looked at me, and then she looked at the hat. Mmm!

Now, I can't find that hat anywhere.

Off to so some snooter snooping.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

I have decided I must thwart this ridiculous
production of The Taming of the Woo. I have
no choice. A dog must do what a dog has to do.
I shall have to destory the stupid princess cone hat.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Last time I left you, my villainous grumpiness had inspired Mom.
Like you, I was confused. I can never figure her out, but today
she revealed her inspiration.

Today, she pulled out the stupid princess conehat.

"Arwen, it's time to open up the Spring Shakespaw Festival."

I dug a hole.

"Arwen, you're going to be the lead."

I dug a deeper hole.

"Arwen, you're going to play the part of the shrew in our production of Taming of the Woo. "

I dug the deepest hole I've ever dug.

"Arwen, you're going . . ."

Oops, Mom fell into the hole.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Mom is oblivious to the fact that I hate DIET cookies.

She has noticed that I'm grumpy, which she says has
inspired her.

Huh?

Later,

Arwen