Hello World,

Sorry, I've been away. I've been practicing for the Shakespaw

Festival. Here I am playing a scene from Romeo and Juliet.

This is the part where Juliet has taken a sleeping potion, and

she looks dead. Romeo thinks his Juliet has died. The Cat

is playing Romeo. He's not cooperating. He won't wear his

costume.

However, I play dead very well. Mom complimented me on my acting.

I have a surprise for everyone tomorrow. Keep posted to the blog.

Oh Woo is Me,

Arwen

Hello World,

It's me, Arwen. I'm back. Raven and The Cat have become
blog hogs. They can get their own. They don't want their
own blogs; they want mine.

Well, as you know Mom has intervened with my ponging.
Hmmphh! She's told me to share pretend. Hmmph! I will turn by
back and tail to you, Mom. I'm no longer listening.

However, Mom came back with an interesting proposal. She
said we needed to do something constructive with our time.
Digging holes to Siberia is constructive if you ask me.

Mom gave us books with plays in them. She
said for us to pick one, and we can do a show.

I turned around and looked at Mom. Show?

Yes, a show.

So, we're going to be doing a show. A festival of shows.
Mom has introduced me to a new playwright, William
Shakespaw.

So, while Mom is out-of-town for the next few days
and taking her computer with her, therefore, I won't
be able to blog(neither will the blog hogs).

Nevertheless, I'll be reading all of William Shakespaw's plays.
I will be selecting the ones that will be in our festival, and of course, world--I
may have to make some changes--sort of like this--
thine Arwen will be a star upon which all the heavens will adore in the
dark velvet sky.

I like it.


Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Expecting Arwen? Raven?

Mom has made them go into time out. The ladies
have been ponging one another. A pong is a paw
smack to the head. I, myself, have been a victim.
It leaves your head ringing for hours.

So, like naughty children 'the dogs' are left
to stew and glare at one another, while I have the
complete freedom to roam the woods. I get to play pretend,
while they argue over who is the beloved sled dog.
Let them argue. I will be one to take the lead role.

I bet you're wondering who's posting today.
Haven't you already guessed?

It's me Ryker a.k.a 'The Cat.'

Yes, beloved sled dog at this house is a cat!

Later,

Ryker the Cat

Hello World,

I want to give a bark out to my friend, Eduardo Snuggle Puggle.
Hey Dude!

I just wanted to let everyone know Raven is not orbiting the Earth.

Oh no. Here she is.

Hey Arwen, what cha' doing? Hey Arwen want to pretend?

No.

Hey Arwen, why are you digging to Siberia? Hey Arwen, we can pretend we're
archaeodogologists and we're searching for the Wolf City of the North.

I don't want to pretend Raven.

Hey Arwen, we can pretend that we have found an ancient artifact and it gives
us super powers.

What kind of superpowers?

We can run superfast.

Quit standing so close to me.

Hey Arwen, we can pretend you're digging, but I find the artifact.

No, I find the artifact. You can be my assistant. By the way, why
are your eyes so dilated? Have you been thinking again?

Hey Arwen, we can pretend I found the artifact, and I'm now Super
Siberian Wolf Girl.

No, Raven, I find the artifact, and I'm Super Siberian Wolf Girl.

Hey Arwen, I find the artifact, lean over you while you're digging, pong you,
and run superfast.

That's stupid, Raven. If you ever pong me, you'd better hope you do have
an artifact that makes you run superfast.

Hey Arwen! Pong. Pong. Pong. Pong.


Later,

Raven

Hello World,

How are you this morning?

Me? Fine.

Raven is fine, too. We haven't been playing pretend.
I've been digging holes to Siberia. Haven't made
it there, yet. Mom just shakes her head when
she sees me. I just keep on digging. This husky
has drawn the line in the dirt with her paw: I am
the Beloved Sled Dog.

Raven sits in her doghouse and sighs. It's a wonder
she isn't deflated with all the sighing. It's beginning to
grate on my nerves. She just watches me and sighs.

I dig. She watches and sighs. I dig. She watches and sighs.

If she keeps it up, I'm going to pong her to the moon. Maybe if
I did the Mother Ship will pick her up on their way back to
Raven's home planet.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

I want to give a bark out to Zim of the Army of Four.
He wrote to me yesterday saying he sometimes pretends
he's a coyote of the plains. Here's howling at you, dude!

Meanwhile back at my house, the cat is feeling a sense of
entitlement, he thinks has a voice in what what we pretend.
This is all Raven's fault, since she went to Mom about
playing fair, well, the order of my world has fallen apart.
When we play pretend, I'm the one telling the others
what to do. I'm going to have to do something about it. I
need to dig a hole and contemplate my next move.

Oh no. Here she is. She's got a big ol' knot
on the top of her head. Must have ponged her
harder than I intended.

Hey Raven, how's your head?

It's better, Arwen. Mom says she doesn't think I
need to go to the vet, even though you knocked me out
with your big paw.

Heh! Heh! The power of the pong. What can I say?

You can say you're sorry, Arwen.

Never. I don't apologize about anything. Don't you glare at me like that, Raven.

Hey Arwen, Mom said we could pretend whatever I
wanted today.

Great. Go to Mom. Mess everything up. I'm not pretending Iditarod
unless I'm the beloved sled dog.

Hey Arwen, I told Mom we're going to pretend Sea World. Hey Arwen, I'm the
trainer, and you're going to be Shamu.

Pong.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Mom says we can't play Iditarod until everyone can
play nice.

What does Mom know about playing pretend?

Nothing, I say. If I want to be the beloved sled dog then
I should be the beloved sled dog. Not whiny pants fur Raven.

Then, don't even get me started on the cat. He decided he
didn't want to play beloved sled dog. Do you know what he
wanted to pretend? Tiger in the jungle.

I'm not going to play Tiger in the Jungle. He wants to
stalk his prey. Guess who was the prey? Me.
No way.

So this is all Mom's fault that I don't get to pretend to
be the beloved sled dog. I'm going to go dig a hole, maybe
Mom will fall in it.

Later,

Arwen

Hello World,

Today playing the part of the Beloved Sled Dog
will be me, Raven.

Mom is making Arwen play fair. So, when
Arwen, the cat, and I pretend Iditarod, I get
to be the beloved sled dog. Not Arwen.

Tomorrow, it's the cat's turn to
be the beloved sled dog. Arwen is too busy sulking
in her doghouse to play Iditarod.

Oh, she's out of the doghouse. Hey Arwen, what cha' doing?

Nothing, Raven, nothing at all.

Hey Arwen, are you going to play Iditarod? Hey Arwen, you can be the lead
dog. Hey Arwen, the cat said he wanted to be the lead dog, so you may have
to take turns.

I don't take turns, Raven.

Hey, Arwen yes you do. Mom said I could be the beloved sled dog. Hey Arwen,
if you don't let me be the beloved sled dog, then I'll tell Mom, and she won't
let you have a chew-chew because you weren't playing nice.

PONG.

Oops, my paw slipped and it hit Raven accidentally. Oh, look! Raven is asleep. Too bad.
She can't play pretend now.

Hey cat, get over here. We're going to play Iditarod.

Later,

Arwen