Hey World,

I've been reading Mom's book, and I'm not happy about
this cat named Knot having magic powers. If I'd written
this book, first, I would've put a husky in it, and
then I would've given the husky magic powers.

One tail wag--get a cookie.
Two tail wags--get a rawhide
Three tail wags--get a bone.

Happy Husky Tales,

Arwen

Hey World,

When a dog has a blog, then that dog should have
dibs on the computer. Do you see that book cover?
That's Mom's book, The Tree Shepherd's Daughter.
This is why I haven't been blogging because Mom's
been hogging the computer.

Mom's book is about a fifteen-year-old California girl named Keelie
Heartwood, who has to go and live with her father at a renaissance festival.
Strange and magical things begin to happen, and all is not
as it seems, especially with a cat named Knot. Now, let's stop
right there--a cat, and what kind of name is Knot?

She didn't put me in the book. She wrote about a cat. She didn't
even bring me a turkey leg when she came home fron the Renaissance
Festival. All I got was a stupid cone-shaped princess hat, which I had
to wear at Halloween.

I'm going to write a book. Wait until you read my book and see
what happens to the cat! Bwa!Ha!Ha! Then, I'm going to make
Mom wear a stupid cone-shaped princess hat.

Happy Fairy Tails,

Arwen

Hey World,

It's hot, too hot for a husky. I think it's time for all huskies to write to
Santa Paws, and tell him we want Christmas in August. We want SNOW!

Yours in droopy tail wags,

Arwen

Hello World,

Did you see the Perseid meteor shower last night?
I kept making wishes every time I saw a falling star.

We like observing the dog star, Sirius in the night sky.
Tolkien says it should be called the Siberian star. I
agree.

May all your doggie wishes come true,

Arwen

Hello World,

Sorry it's been so long since I've blogged. Sadly, Commander Bowie passed away
this summer. Despite his wanting to stop HULA, he wasn't such a bad cat.
Here's paws up to you, my friend.

Commander Ryker has taken over the C(un)IA ops. He tries to be fluffy and cute, working Mom and the other humans. He sits in the middle of a room and meows,
then waits for someone to come pet him. Of course, he gets upset when I interrupt
his fluffy gig. He hisses and walks away. I get the petting. Heh! That's
the way it's suppose to be--all the attention and love belong to me.

Tolkien and Raven are doing well as are all the other cats.

Hope everyone stays cool.

Arwen