Hey,

It's Arwen. Another bath this week! Mom just won't let me stink up the house. I'm shedding on the carpet while I write this.

Tolkien was a good boy during his bath, usually, he barks telling Mom he wants to be stinky and dirty. Not this week. He quietly let Mom wash his fur and rinse him, telling him he was so handsome. He even wagged his tail and gave out kisses to the human kids. He's planning something. I know it!

Raven decided she wasn't going to have a bath. What a rebel! She was a wild woman, running around in circles in the camping pen. Mom caught her and carried her up the hill to the metal tub and water hose in the backyard. I was howling with laughter at how ridiculous Raven looked. She came back to the pen with a chew-chew in her mouth. Mom gave Raven a chew-chew while she was rinsing the shampoo out of her fur. What? I didn't get a chew-chew while I was being hosed down. Neither did Tolkien. We were mad, but Mom had chew-chews for us.

Nothing like gnawing on a chunk of rawhide to work out shampoo issues.

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Arwen

How did he get Mom's computer? Do you see what I have to live with?
Harem! Mandog! Womans! You're barking at the Arwen paw, Tolkien.

And yes, I do have plans for a snowblowing machine. Mom took this picture of me
at the top of the basement stairs. I'd been measuring the copper tubing that I'm going to connect to the icemaker, route it through the ductwork, then connect it to the air conditioning unit in the basement. But, I'll be wooing "Let It Snow" in a few more days, if things go according to plan.

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Arwen

This is Tolkien reporting from the camping pen.

I just read what Arwen wrote about me. I think we need
to clear up some stuff, folks.
1. My name is not Doofus.
2. I'm not stupid.
3. Arwen can't build a snowblowing machine.
4. We're not in a pack, but she's in my harem.
5. Arwen and Raven are my womans.
6. I am the "mandog" of my domain.
7. I am very handsome.

Those are the facts!

Tolkien

Cats Are Stupid!

As my good pals, Turbo and Charlie have pointed out, I agree!
I'm ponging this batch of idiot cats I live with harder than ever.

The other day, I got in trouble for ponging the dizzy cat, who lives inside the house. Honestly, I was only trying to help her.She was spinning round and round in counter clockwise circles right there in the kitchen doorway; the cat was blocking my way to the tacos. The situation needed to be resolved, therefore,I ponged her. Hard. The cat stopped spinning, and toppled over onto the floor. Beware the mighty Arwen paw!

Well, I should've been rewarded with tacos and accolades of "oh, Arwen you're so clever!" Oh no, you should've heard my humans. "Poor Kitty." The human kids carried the dizzy cat away to her special padded area,and fed her a can of cat food. Mom scolded me for ponging the cat. Worse, I didn't get any tacos, even with me sitting all adorable and fluffy. I'll say it again--cats are stupid.

The stupid cat(Mr.Spock) in the picture is a classic example. This photo was taken after he dragged his sorry self home after a night of feline partying. He'd been out catnipping.

When he came inside the house, he had the audacity to purr and rub up against my MOM's leg. When I saw that, I skittered around the corner of the couch, and ponged the stupid Spock cat on the head. Let that be a warning, cat. You have been ponged! Later that day, not only was the stupid Spock cat recovering from a catnip hangover, but an Arwen pong attack, too. Heh!

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Arwen

This is Roper and Hannah, the neighbor dogs. Hannah is on the right; she's the slim redhead. Roper is on the left. They were watching us get a bath. Yep, pull up a chair and watch the show. Tolkien was barking so loudly that I'm surprised the dogs that lived three doors down weren't here for the big event.

Worse, the cats came around watched us get a bath. They gathered around in a circle and stared at us. I hate being feline entertainment. I'm so mad at my Mom. She could've at least put up a privacy screen.

Roper does this deep breathing thing and runs up and down the fence whenever Raven and I saunter past him in the mornings during our walk. Sometimes, when I'm coming back from a walk around the block, Mom stops and talks to the human next door. Roper will sit there, stare at me, and pant. I turn my back to him because if I can't see you, you don't exist. Usually, I find a stick and chew on it as a hint to Mom to move along. She never does.


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Arwen

Wookie Wash Day.

Do you see this? Do you see the angry look in my eyes? I'm being offered a bribe. A chew-chew Why? Because I had to have a bath. Tolkien and Raven had to have a bath, too. Mom said we smelled like a pack of wookies.

What's a wookie?

I have no idea, but that's what Mom said Tolkien, Raven and I were smelling like. Not my fault. Guess who's been camping? That's right. Me. Because I've been camping, I've been doing pack things like rolling around on dead things, digging holes the size of craters, and wrestling. A girl is naturally going to work up a sweat in a fur suit in August in Georgia.

Do we go to the spa? Nooooo! Mom gets out the metal wash tub, hoses us down with a water hose, suds us up, and then rinses us off in front of the neighbor dogs. I don't know if I'm going to get over this embarrassment or not. It's going to take more than a chew-chew for me to forgive her.

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Arwen

Tolkien and Raven wish to register their complaints
about the "bath". Just because we rolled around
in an unknown source of a "stinky dead thing" doesn't
mean we need to be shampooed in the metal washtub and rinsed
off with a waterhose.

Comments from the field.

Raven(she's on the left): I was minding my own business, chasing Tolkien
and Arwen around the pen when the human girl, who
feeds us in the morning, hooked me up to the leash. This
usually means "walkies." It wasn't. It was 'the bath'.

Tolkien(he's on the right): Ah, I don't stink! Raven stinks. Arwen stinks.

Hey,

Tara had been tagged by Turbo. I had to go and find somebody else. So, I've chosen
the lovely Niki.

Here's her link:http://nikigazette.blogspot.com/

Arwen

5 weird things about me

I was tagged by Turbo to play this game.

The player of this game starts with 5 weird things about yourself
Then you tag five friends and list their names. Those who get tagged
need to write on their blogs about their 5 weird things/habits, as well as
state the rules clearly, then tag five more victims. Don't forget to leave
your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments
and tell them to read your blog.

Five weird things about me.
1. I sleep on my back with my legs in the air and bark in my sleep.
2. I don't play with doggie toys.
3. Every Sunday morning, I line up with the human kids to get my share of the pancakes when Dad serves them.
4. I like watermelon.
5. If I turn my back to you, and I can't see you, then you don't exist in Arwenworld.

I don't know how to operate this link thing. Therefore, I'll have to figure this tagging others as go along.
I'm going to tag:
Dr. MishaMeepenstein: http://dmmj.blogspot.com/
Bogart:http://www.blogger.com/profile/13679580
WoodynChloe: http://backyardguardians.blogspot.com/
Tara:http://dogging-it.blogspot.com/
Aurora:http://roorootimes.blogspot.com/

I need to get the computer from Mom more often, so I can know how to do this linking stuff.

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Arwen

Mom went to the grocery store, and she left the new computer out, and I snagged it. I'm back on my air conditioning vent and blogging away.

I'm trying to figure out a way to connect the icemaker to the air conditioner unit in the basement, so it'll make snow. Tolkien and Raven laughed at me when I told them my idea. They don't appreciate my scientific mind. They make me so mad. It's obvious I'm the smartest one in the pack. Wait till I have snow, and they don't. That'll show them. I'm not going to share. I'm going to roll in the snow, while they sit in the hot sun and molt.

Tolkien, or Doofus as Raven and I call him thinks he's the boss, but he can't even figure out how to get out of a doghouse. One day, he snuck into my doghouse and the clear plastic door cover plopped down. It freaked Tolkien out. He thought the doghouse had eaten him or something. He sat there and barked and barked and barked until the humans came home. Mom lifted up the "clear" plastic door cover, and he ran like his tail was on fire. He still refuses to go near "the haunted doghouse". Sometimes he'll be looking at it like a ghost is going to come and out get him. I sneak up behind him and go "Boo!" He runs.

I hear the car in the driveway. Time to put Mom's new computer up.

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Arwen

Hi,

It's Arwen. Mom's computer hasn't been working, and she had to buy a new one. She's been keeping it really close to her, like it's a third arm or something, but she fell asleep. She's snoring! Now, I have the computer, and I'm writing this while I sit on my air conditioning vent.Heh!

Wow, lot's of new friends have posted. I'll definitely have to join the husky ring. Thanks for the invitation, everyone.

It's been hotter than Hades here in Georgia. I guess your human would know about that Turbo, having lived in Athens, home to the Georgia Bulldogs. What kind of name is that? It should be the Georgia Huskydogs, if you ask me. That's going to be one of the first things I'm going to change when huskies take over the world. The Georgia Huskydogs. Plus, I want the installation of snowblowing air conditioning vents in all husky dog homes in the south. The humidity is making my fur have split ends.

As for cats, I know they're stupid, Charlie, but the humans in my house insist I be nice to the "old lady cat" that lives with us. If I'm not nice, then I'm camping. I hate camping! The "old lady cat" has a permanent case of vertigo. Ever seen a cat run into a wall, stop, and can't turn around? Come to my house, I have one. She walks around in counterclockwise circles, and the humans have to turn her around in the right direction. It's like this cat has a permanent spin cycle going round and round in her head--I get dizzy just watching her. Although I have to say I have ponged the "old lady cat" when Mom wasn't watching, and I didn't have to go camping. Bwa!Ha! Ha!

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Arwen