The Scriberian Husky

2010-07-09T04:05:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I'm back. I couldn't write yesterday. Raven had to do it.
She's always playing with the nieces and nephews. You'd
think she was a big ol' puppy the way she's carrying on.
Me? I supervise. When you're boss husky that's what
you do.

As for the Saber Tooth Ninja of Doom, he's so scary. Not.
I think this is all a PR stunt because the little chihuahua
scared The Cat the other day.

Little Keelie the chihuahua barked at Saber Tooth(that name cracks
me up) while he was asleep. She barks, and he jumps like his tail
has been set on fire and proceeds to run and hide under Mom's bed
for over an hour. Keelie is like what was that about. Can we say
overreaction from the cat?

Three hours later, The Cat launches himself from the sofa after Keelie, who is
walking innocently through the living room. The little puppy freaks,
and The Cat announces he is now The Saber Tooth Ninja of Doom.
Saber Tooth was scolded by Mom, and sent outside until he could
get along with the others.

Since then, Saber Tooth has been running around like a nutcase on fourlegs in
visual displays of his daring do like leaping over sofas and attacking
his scratching post. We're all quaking in our boots at any cat that
can attack a vicious scratching post.

Later,

Arwen

2010-07-08T12:51:00.000-07:00

Hey World,

Raven here. Arwen is not able to blog today because she
can't stop laughing. Yes, laughing. It's not because of the
Less Food Diet. It's because The Cat is not happy.

And that's another reason I'm blogging. The Cat hasn't reacted
to0 well to the other dogs staying with us. Me? I love it. It's playtime. We wrestle, dig, wrestle, run, dig, wrestle, dig, run.
It's like a non-stop party. However, The Cat is not happy. He calls the other dogs minions.
What is that? Sounds like a paw-fur disease to me.

When I asked Arwen, what a minion was she said I needed to look it up in the dictionary. Then
she started laughing. I told The Cat I would announce to the World his new identity and all
minions need to beware. He is to be called the Saber Tooth Ninja of Doom.

Later,

Raven

2010-07-07T16:13:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

The Thundering Herd asked me about my diet. Did it consist
of steak, chicken, etc?

Let me answer their question in one simple word? No.

My new diet consists of less food. That's right less food.

What kind of diet is less food? I tell you what kind of diet it is--not a good one.

I'm hungry. I'm cranky.

Mom says get over it because I need to lose ten pounds.

Later,

Arwen

2010-07-05T11:44:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

No bath yet. However, I'm not happy.
I'm having to share. Yes, share everything
with my doggie nieces and nephews.

The oldest daughter is home from vet school(she graduates
this year, and I will have my own personal vet) and
she has four dogs: Bailey, the German Shorthair Pointer,
Fenway, the Jack Russell, Addie, another German Shorthair
Pointer, and Keelie, the chihuahua.

Yes, four more dogs, and throw in Raven, and the two cats,
and it's a full house, World.

To make matters worse, my soon-to-be-personal-vet has put
me on a diet. Does this make Arwen happy? No, it doesn't.

Later,

Arwen

2010-06-30T10:16:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Arwen here.

I'm not happy. Mom says I'm getting a bath this week.

Raven and I are BOTH getting a bath. She says we're
stinky huskies. Stinky husky? Excuse me.

I will have to foil her diabolical plans. I will
bury the shampoo.

Later,

Arwen

2010-06-27T09:14:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Great to hear from my pals, The Army of Four,
The Thundering Herd, and Turbo.

It's been Hades hot here in Georgia. My attempts
to get my snowblowing machine working hasn't been
successful. Mom refused to buy me a refrigerator
truck and generator. She said if I can get
my snowblowing machine to work on solar power, which
we have plenty of in the South, then she'll buy me
a bag of ice.

This is what I deal with World. Doesn't Mom realize
I am a genius husky? The frustration. You have no
idea.

Later,

Arwen

2010-06-26T17:23:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Yes, it's me. Mom hasn't let me use the computer.

Why Arwen we missed you?

I know I missed you, too.

So, what has everybody been doing?

Tail Wags to All

Arwen

2009-11-16T13:30:00.001-08:00

Hello World,

Raven's opera singing is going at full force. This
week's opera is ODE TO A LEAF.

She sings when a leaf falls to the ground. I mean each
and every leaf that slowly twirls its way down
to the ground, she lets loose. I can't take it anymore.
One day, I ponged her on the head, and she finally clammed up.
For ten minutes.

The Cat and his high-flying trapeze act isn't going
so well. He fell off a branch, when an acorn hit
him in the head. Raven and I laughed at him. We have no
appreciation for the arts he said in a haughty meow.
He stomped away with his tail high in the air. Ever
seen a cat stomp away? It's too funny.

Prissy feline.

Oh, there goes another leaf, and and there goes another
aria from Raven.

Later,

Arwen

2009-11-09T13:23:00.000-08:00

Hello World,

It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Sigh!
Last time it rained heavily, I thought
I was going white water rafting in my
doghouse. Mom slogged through our red
clay Georgia swamp of a backyard
to get to Raven and me.

Keep dry!

Later,

Arwen

2009-11-07T14:24:00.000-08:00

Hello World,

I'm still here. Raven is here, too. We have
discovered opera. Yes, opera, and so
we have been doing a lot of singing.

We're singing and singing and singing.
Mom says we're not Metropolitan Opera
material. How is that for encouragment?
Everybody is a critic.

Raven and I will keep performing. Opera
is more our style than Shakespeare plays.

The Cat is more into Cirque Du Soliel, so he's
working on a trapeze act, and Raven
and I will sing as he performs. He's working
on his costume.

Later,

Arwen

2009-09-15T17:17:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

Yeah, I know. Where have you been Arwen?

Sigh! I've been stuck at home as usual. Mom's
been busy, and she hasn't let the puppy
have the computer.

However, I do have good news. after some
recent training and using "The Cat's" techniques,
Mom has kept my food filled. As soon as she
opens a bag, she buys another one.

I'm hoping there will never be another day
of 'oops, Mommy doesn't have any dog food'
emergencies.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-14T18:36:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

The Cat presented his workshop on how to prevent
Empty Bowl Syndrome, which I've recently experienced.

Let me hear a loud "Poor Arwen."

I know it. Poor Arwen had a rumbly tumbly. Poor
Arwen should never, ever have a rumbly tumbly.

Back to the workshop.So, The Cat said one should
meow piteously in front of the bowl. This will get
the human's attention. Put an extra emphasis on
the 'ow'. Stretch it out.

So, I stood in front of the bowl. Here we go--ready--
'wooo-woooooooooo'. Not exactly a meow, but I think
I really put the pity in the 'ooooo'.

I'll pass more on more tips.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-11T07:42:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I talked to The Cat about the empty bowl
syndrome which occassionally plagues our
lives. Yes, empty bowl syndrome--when your
owner forgets to buy your food.

The Thundering Herd has it right. UPS delivers
their food. I'm going to inquire with Mom about
UPS delivering my food. I like the idea of take-out
coming to my house.

The Cat has offered to give a workshop to
Raven and me on how he motivates Mom
to fill his food bowl. He's conducting it this
afternoon. I'll let you know if I get any pointers.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-10T11:17:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Mom made an emergency run to buy
my dogfood. I told you if Arwen
isn't happy, then no one is going be happy
at my house.

Raven is mad. She liked the canned food.
In fact, she was eating not only her food, but
my food, too. She said I didn't have to be
such a drama dog about the whole incident.

Whenever The Cat's bowl is empty. He has
several ploys to get Mom's attention.

1. He yodels.

2. He sits on her head.

3. He acts as if he's starving, and drags his body
to the bowl with the rest of his waning strength and
pretends to pass out.

I think I'm going to have to try sitting on Mom's head
if she ever runs out of my dog food, again. Knowing her,
it will happen again.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-09T17:09:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Yep, she did it again. Mom forgot to buy
my dog food. I'm eating emergency can rations.
I ask you, where am I on the priority scale?

The Cat has food. Mom has milk in the refrigerator.
Does Arwen have her dog food? No.

I'm telling you, I'm not happy. Not happy at all.
When I'm not happy, then no one is going to be
happy.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-06T04:25:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

You can now call me Arwen Wild Thing.
Yes, Wild Thing. You ask me why?

I escaped yesterday. Yes, I was on the
lam for about twenty minutes. I was
a wild dog with the wind running
through my fur. I even went swimming
in the creek. Woohoo!

Raven was so mad at me. She howled
and stomped her feet. "Get yourself
right back, here, Arwen."

She was jealous because she wanted to be
a wild thing. Normally, she's the one to
escape. Mom calls her Houdini dog. She
can 'squeeze' through anything.

However, in the end Mom caught me.
Called me Wild Thing. Gave me some
supper and put me to bed.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-05T17:29:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

We're still taking a break from
The Shakespaw Festival. The
Cat has been lounging around.
Raven is watching The Food
Network.

I've been digging. I didn't
find my muse buried in the
backyard. I did find my rawhide.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-04T06:59:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

Today, I decided Raven and "The Cat" need a break
from practicing for The Shakespaw Festival. Honestly,
I'm the one that needs a break. I just haven't
felt creative. My muse is missing.
Any of you pups out there get in a slump?

I think today I'll work on my digging. I need to get
my paws in some Georgia red clay. I think it will
help me find my muse. Maybe I buried her somewhere
along with my rawhide bone.

Later,

Arwen

2009-08-02T16:04:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Wow, it's been two months since I've posted.

What's been happening? Not a lot. I've been
trying to stay cool in the hot Georgia heat.

We're still having practices for our Shakespaw
Festival. "The Cat's" screen actor guild wages
did cause some delay. Mom finally
caved. He's getting two tuna fish-flavored
kitty treats. Mom starts yodeling, "Here Kitty,
Kitty." She'll shake the treat jar, and "The Cat"
comes running.

I have to confess, I do, too. If "The Cat" is going
to get a treat, then I deserve one, also. I'm not
playing the role of Juliet for free, nor am I wearing
a stupid costume without something in it for me.
So, I get a cookie. It's only fair.

Later,

Arwen

2009-06-04T06:02:00.001-07:00

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

2009-05-12T14:25:00.001-07:00

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

2009-05-01T08:24:00.001-07:00

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

2009-04-29T06:52:00.001-07:00

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

2009-04-28T11:59:00.000-07:00

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

2009-04-27T04:03:00.001-07:00

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

2009-04-19T18:19:00.000-07:00

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

2009-04-16T14:50:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I've decided to become a villain.

Arwen, you a villain?

Yes, me a villian.

Why?

Because Mom keeps giving me diet dog cookies.

But, diet dog cookies shouldn't inspire you to be a villain.

No, World, you're wrong. If you have to eat something as nasty as my
diet cookies, then it would make you cranky, and you'd be a villain, too.

Bwa! Ha! Ha!

Arwen

2009-04-15T03:16:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I buried the diet cookies in a great, big, giant hole
I just hope a diet cookie tree doesn't start
growing.

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-14T15:11:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I talked to Mom about this E.B. situation. I suggested
I could be the Easter Husky and deliver rawhide to all
the good dogs around the world. I

"It's not in the budget, Arwen," Mom said. "However, I can
buy you some cute bunny ears."

If I have to wear some dumb bunny ears to be the Easter
Husky, well, forget about it. Where are those diet cookies?

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-13T14:49:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

It's gray and rainy in my backyard, and I'm feeling
all gray and rainy on the inside. I'm still upset that
E.B. brought me "DIET" cookies.

I think there needs to be a reformation of the Easter Holidays.
Instead of some, silly rabbit delivering diet cookies to kind-hearted,
loving, and fluffy husky girls, there should be an Easter Husky.

The Easter Husky would deliver rawhide chew-chews to all the good
dogs around the world.

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-12T14:49:00.001-07:00

Happy Easter World,

The Easter Bunny, or rather E.B. as I shall refer to him from now on made
a huge mistake at my house.

He didn't leave me any yummy rawhide treats. Oh no. He left me diet
cookies. If that rabbit ever hops into my yard, I'll pong him to the moon.

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-10T05:28:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Yesterday was a very nice day in my backyard. I laid down in the middle of
the soft green grass and pretended to be a solar panel.

"The Cat" did the same except he kept purring very loudly. I think he was purring
under the influence of catnip.

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-06T12:09:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

It's windy at my house. Very windy. Therefore, I'm going
to pretend to be Mary Poppins. You can call me, Arwen
Poppins.

Raven shall be a kite. "The Cat" shall be a tortoise.

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-04T04:24:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Shhh! It's Raven. Arwen is asleep.

I would like to add something to the grocery list--a
one way ticket for Arwen to the planet formerly known as Pluto.

I would say a one way ticket to Jupiter, but as loud as she howls,
we'd still hear her on Earth.

Uh-Oh! Arwen's here.

Pong!

2009-04-03T12:20:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Did it boom at your house? It boomed at my house, and then the fireworks
went off in the sky. "The Cat" is afraid of thunder booms. I laughed at him
when he went running with his tail tucked in-between his legs.

Today, whenever "The Cat" walks into a room, I start singing. "Scaredy Cat. Scaredy Cat."
He sharpens his claws on his scratching post like he's a saber-tooth kitty, and he's going
to open a can of kitty whoop-butt and come after me.

Like I'm scared. Not.

Later,

Arwen

2009-04-02T04:18:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Mom went to the store and restocked the Arwen cupboard. I have a case of
'emergency cans'. She bought another bag of dog food.

She didn't get everything on my grocery list. I'm missing the following items.

One way ticket to Mars for Raven. Substitute one way ticket to the moon.
copper wiring--Maybe we need to go to Home Depot for that.
hunky handsome husky male dog--Mom says forget that one. I have "The Cat" and
Raven to keep me company.

Please look at the top of my list: One way ticket to the moon. Make that two one way tickets
to the moon for Raven and "The Cat" No, make it three. I'll send Mom.

I'm going to go and chew on a rawhide. I'm waiting for the Lunar Express to pick
up these three.

Later,

Arwen

2009-03-31T09:29:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

How are you?

I'm contemplating a sad situation that happened at my house the other day.
We ran out of dog food. I heard your gasp. Yes. out of dog food. Do you know
what that means? No breakfast for the Arwen.

Not a good thing. No breakfast means I'm cranky. No breakfast means an
angry Arwen. No breakfast means you get no Arwen love.

Mom had the kid serve us the 'emergency cans'. The emergency cans are the ones she stores in case she runs out of dogfood. I shouldn't complain because we had chicken stew with veggies for breakfast, but it makes me wonder where I am on Mom's priority list when she runs out of dogfood.

All is well, now. Mom replenished the special Arwen food. But she hasn't replenished the 'emergency cans'. I think I need to make her grocery list of all the stuff I need to survive.

Here's my list:

chew-chews
rawhide bones
dog food--2 bags full.
2 cases of emergency cans
hamburgers
steak
pizza
one way ticket for Raven to go to Mars.
one handsome hunky husky male dog, who loves to dig holes
snow, if unavailabe see item below
copper wiring to fix my snow blowing machine
weather changing device if the above doesn't work

That's it.

For now.

Later,

The Arwenista

2009-03-29T17:13:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

How are you?

Me? Fine.

I know. I know. Arwen, where have you been? I've been a
computerless husky. No way of communicating to the world.

Go ahead. Everyone give a collective
sigh. Whoa is me!

We had to temporarily stop the Shakespaw Festival because
Mom said it was too cold to put on a production of a Midsummer's
Night Dream. I think it was because the others weren't cooperating.

"The Cat" got the bighead because he got to play the part of Puck He wanted
his own dressing room and made demands that he had to have catnip
flavored M&M's before he went onstage. His demands weren't meant.

Actually he had to play the part of Puck, and Bottom the Donkey.
Mom fluffed his fur and put reindeer antlers(we're on a costume budget)
on him and told him to improvise.

I say "The Cat's" acting talent ranks right up there with his litterbox.

I won the role of Queen Titania because I have the princess hat, and Raven played the part of my fairy handmaiden. She ate her fairy wings. That's when Mom decided to close the Shakespaw Festival for the winter.

Later,

Arwen

2009-01-01T09:21:00.000-08:00

Hello World,

Raven tried to shanghai my blog. I don't think so.
It's mine.

She can get her own. At least, she had to wear
the hat.

I didn't cooperate when tried to take my picture
with the princess hat. In fact, I'm tired of the
Shakespaw festival, having to be a good dog,
and being nice to Raven and The Cat.

It's over. Christmas is over. I'm going to be
my bad self once more.

Watch our world. Heh! Heh! Heh!

Dang it. I guess I'll be my bad self later. Mom
wants to take me for a walk.

Later,

Arwen

2008-12-31T13:43:00.000-08:00

Hey World, Raven here.

Hey World, I want to wish

everyone Happy Holidays.

Hey World, Mom has been

hogging the computer. Okay.

she's been hogging the compute because something called

the hard drive crashed. I mean I crash into stuff all the time,

but I didn't go-wuh, wuh, wuh.

Hey World, Mom has been hogging the computer, and Arwen

hasn't been able to post on her blog. Hey World, I took Mom's

computer, and I'm posting on Arwen's blog. Bwa! Ha! Ha! If

Mom finds out I have her computer, she may go, wuh, wuh,

wuh, again.

Hey World, I'm having a drawing for the Dog Whisperer videos.

They sent her two. We don't need two. Mom is expecting me to behave.

She goes around pointing her finger and making this weird sound. She

thinks she's like alpha woman or something. Arwen has had it with Mom

So, world email Arwen and she'll put your name in the dog bowl,

and we'll have a drawing at the end of the month.

Hey World, we're still doing the Shakespaw festival. Here's me playing

Titania. Mom says the cat is going to have to play Oberon.

Whatever. I'm going to eat the hat next time Mom puts it on my head.

Happy New Year,

Raven

2008-12-02T10:48:00.000-08:00

"Yes, Raven you're going to have to watch the Dog Whisperer."

"Hey Arwen, Mom says you have to watch it, too."

"Me? Oh, all right. Maybe I'll pick up some new ideas on how to train Mom. She's been slipping lately Hey, Zim, if I get any new biped training tips, I'll pass them along to you."

Later,

Arwen

2008-12-01T07:46:00.000-08:00

Hey World,

Look what we have right here. It's a copy of Cesar Millan's new DVD series, Mastering Leadership. There is someone who REALLY needs to watch this at my house. Can you guess who? Hey Raven, get over here. Quit chewing on that remote. Give me that remote. I'll let you know how it works.

Later,

Arwen

2008-12-01T07:38:00.001-08:00

Hey Arwen, whatcha' got? Hey Arwen, did you get any treats? Hey Arwen, if you got treats, then you're going to have to share. Hey Arwen, want to know why you have to share? Hey Arwen, I'll tell you why you have to share. Hey Arwen, Mom says you have to share.

Hey Raven, looks like this package is for you.

2008-12-01T07:29:00.000-08:00

Hello World,

Well, I said I had a suprise. Here it is. It arrived in the mail.

I was busy taking a break from playing Juliet when this package

was delivered to me. What could it be? Treats? Chew-chews?

Not another costume!

2008-11-30T14:03:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-12T04:46:00.001-08:00

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

2008-11-09T03:54:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-08T05:35:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-07T06:33:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-04T03:44:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-03T02:58:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-02T06:38:00.000-08:00

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

2008-10-31T03:03:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

How are you?

Me?

I'm fine, thanks for asking. I'm loving the weather. It's Husky weather
in Georgia, also known as fall. The leaves are changing. There is a chill
in the air, and I'm zinging with energy. I want to run, let the wind blow
through my fur. I'm pretending I'm an Iditarod dog.

Hey Arwen.

What are you doing here, Raven?

Mom said you had to share the blog.

Grrr! I'm talking to Mom about this.

Hey, Arwen when we pretend Iditarod, I'm the sled dog.
You make the cat pretend he's a sled dog.

I'm pretending I'm the beloved hero sled dog.

Hey Arwen, you pretend you've injured your paw so you can't pull anymore. Hey Arwen,
you pretend you're riding in the sled, and that we're on our way to the doggie doctor to save you.

It's a drama. The beloved hero husky, who risking her life to win the Iditarod, has injured her paw, but her master loves her so much that he is willing to give up the race to save his beloved sled dog, Arwen. He bundles her up in his Northface down jacket, lays her gently in the sled and the other dogs rush valiantly to the next check-in point. where a med vac vet team is waiting.

Somebody get me a tissue.

Hey Arwen, Mom said you can't watch anymore Lassie movies until you play fair. Hey Arwen, Mom said you're going to have to let me pretend to be the beloved hero sled dog. Then tomorrow, you have to let the cat pretend he's the beloved hero sled dog. We talked to Mom about you. So, today when we pretend beloved hero sled dog, I'm going to be the beloved hero sled dog.

Pong.

When we pretend Iditarod, there's only one beloved hero sled dog in this house, and that's me.
I'm going to go talk to Mom.

Later,

Arwen

2008-10-28T05:38:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

How ya' doing? Huh? Huh?

It's me, your new Scriberian Husky, Raven. Yes, Arwen has retired
to the doghouse, and I'm taking over.

Hey Raven, what cha' doing?

Hey Arwen, nothing? Hey Arwen,what cha' doing? Hey Arwen, I'm just
telling the world that I'm the New Scriberian Husky. Hey Arwen, what
are you doing out of the doghouse?Hey Arwen, you've already eaten that
big bowl of food I left. Hey Arwen, you're going to get even fatter if you keep snarfing
down your food like that.

Pong. Pong. Pong. Pong.

Let's do this again.

Hello World,

It's me, Arwen. Yes, I'm back.

2008-08-14T11:05:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-10T03:02:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-05T07:09:00.001-07:00

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

2008-07-03T07:53:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-29T04:15:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-28T05:12:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-27T13:09:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-26T02:49:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I want to let you know Mom gave
Raven a bath, too.

Our next door neighbor dog, Roper
brought out his lougechair, beach
umbrella, and pulled his six pack
of Corona to watch the waterhose show.

"Hey, Arwen, extra suds!"

I ignored him. I turned my back to him.
If I don't see you, you don't exist.

So, Mom when you come to feed me breakfast.
I'm going to turn my back to you. Get the
message.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-25T14:54:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

It's hotter than Hades.

Mom gave me another bath. Yep, it was another waterhose show.

What can I say? My fluff rights were violated.

Maybe I was enjoying looking like a freeranging wolf. Did you ever
think about that Mom? Maybe my fur reflects my mood.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-20T07:59:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I'm cranky.

I'm not feeling fluffy.

My tail itches, and I can't reach it.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-19T08:57:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

Mom is going to post some of
my Glamour Dog shots. She's been
inspired by Holly's latest pic's.
Thanks, Holly!

Except, Mom's camera isn't working.
I think Mom has issues with electronics.
Where's Dad?

Oh, no! Here's Raven.

Hey, Arwen, Mom say she's going to take
our picture. Hey Arwen, Mom's having
problems with the camera. Hey Arwen, you're
glaring at the camera. Hey Arwen, what's that
red beam shooting out from your eyes? Hey Arwen
you broke the camera.

Pong.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-18T13:43:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

How are you doing? Are you hot?

Me? I'm hot. In fact, it's so hot.
This is going to be a short post.

I don't have the energy to keyboard
with my delicate paws.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-13T03:17:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

What are your plans for today?

Mine?

I'm expanding this one huge hole in my pen. I'm
hoping Mom gets the hint. I want an inground
swimming pool.

I swear I may have to install it myself. I'm
going to be like Dad running to Home Depot all
the time.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-12T04:31:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Dad walked me this morning BEFORE breakfast.

What is the man thinking? He's like a turbo walker, or something.
You'd think he had jet packs in his tennis shoes. Expects me to keep
his pace. Let me see you do 0-200 in a fur coat.

Oh, no, here's Raven. She loves it when Dad walks us. She keeps
right up with him. She likes to think she's a sled dog.

Nah-Nah-Nah. Big deal. I would like to point out that I don't have
to wear a gentle leader. Take note of that Raven Ray-Ray Sailor Moon
Serena.

"Hey Arwen, why were you so slow? Hey Arwen, Dad says you need to
step it up. Hey Arwen, you were waaaaaaay behind us. Hey Arwen,
maybe you need to go in a diet. Hey Arwen, maybe you're so slow is because
you're round and fat like your twin sister fish, Shamu."

Pong.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-11T02:24:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

There are side effects to having a bath.

Arwen? What? I heard the concern in your
voice.

I'm blowing my coat. Yes, and I'm not
talking little tuffs either. I'm talking
big honkin' wads which are making my back
side look like a mutant dandelion. Mom says she's
collecting so much husky fluff she's going to be able
to open up a build-a-dog store.

Here's Raven. She's looking happy about something.
Her eyeballs are bouncing up and down in their sockets.
Great, Mom gave her the cookies with the molasses in them,
again.

"Hey Arwen, mom says we're blowing our coats. Hey Arwen,
mom says she's going to have brush us. Hey Arwen, mom says she's
going to have furminate us. Hey Arwen Hermione, if Mom
furminates us, then you'll be naked, and you'll really look just
like Shamu."

Pong.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-10T03:20:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I'm still recovering from my bath.
I'll take a few days. All that trauma.

I guess I spilled the beans about my
middle name, Arwen Hermione.

Go ahead and point your paw and laugh.
I'm use to it. Hermione.

Yes, it's after the girl in Harry Potter.

Let's talk about Raven's middle name.

Raven is named after some cartoon character.
At least both of names have literary connections.

A little history.

Raven belongs to the middle child, who is a girl.
She's in college now. But when Raven came to live
with us, the middle child was into a cartoon series
called Sailor Moon. All of the characters were
affliated with a planet or something. Ray was affliated
with Mars.

To me, it all makes sense: Cartoon character,Sailor Moon, Space
Cadette Dog, clockwork brain.

As time progressed. like two weeks later,

Ray became Ray-Ray. "Come here, Ray,
Ray."

Over time, Mom started calling Ray, Raven. It fit in with
Tolkien and Arwen. Mom has this Middle Earth/Renaissance
Festival/ thing going. That is why I live in danger of having
to wear costumes. You dogs out there don't live with this on
a daily basis.

I digress.

Back to Raven's middle name. I guess you're thinking it's Raven
Ray?

No way, it couldn't be Raven Sailor Moon?

No, that's the name which suits her though.

It's Raven Serena.

Sailor Moon's real name was Serena.

Now, I ask you how fair is it that Raven gets Serena for a middle name?

And I get Hermione. Now, it's fine for a Harry Potter character, but in
real life, it's a different story. I feel like the kid that got stuck
with the family name that has to be handed down from generation to generation.

Even when Mom calls Raven, her voice beoomes more lyrical, Raven Serena.

Then it's my turn, Arwen Hermione. Mom's voice becomes short and tense like I've
done something wrong. I know why she's out of breath, it's because she's out of breath from saying so many darn syllables in such a long name.

Oh, great, Mom is yelling Arwen Hermione, again. Raven is looking all sad and victimized. Just because I took her rawhide.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-09T04:22:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

How was your weekend? Good, I hope.

Mine? Not so good. I had a bath.

Yes, I knew it was coming. Doesn't mean I wasn't truly
prepared for it when it happened. Most dogs get their
baths in the privacy of their owner's tub. Look at Hollybolly
boo! Go to her blog. Check out the photos of her bath.
Yes, it was Holly abuse, but at least her bath was inside.

My bath was outside, where all the world is a stage, and my humiliation
was fodder for everyone's enjoyment.

Raven is rolling her eyeballs. Don't roll your eyeballs. You had to have
a bath, too. And you had to wear the gentle leader. She's looking away
now.

Here's the procedure on how to wash a Southern Husky, or at least this is how it goes at my house. If you want proper background music, cue up Freebird by Lynyrd Skynyrd. But, the song becomes more than background music, as you will see it becomes a theme.

1. Fill up yer metal wash tub with water.

2. Hang yer ol' holey towels on the fence so all the neighbors can see them.

3. Place all grooming accessories like organic Shampoochie soap, wash cloths, and
extra gentle leader on the air conditioning unit. This makes a handy shelf.

4. Check your equipment. Adjust spiffy new nozzle that Dad bought for Mom on
the waterhose for the hosing down of an angry and soapy husky,
which would be me, Arwen.

5. Recruit extra help. Drag all of the kids away from television, computers, and
video games and threaten them with no supper if they don't help with the
'washing of the huskies.' What is that? The 'washing of the huskies'? Sounds
some national parade. Walk huskies down mainstreet, fire trucks will be lined up and then everyone will spray the huskies.

6. Go get husky from pen, which was me. One kid escorts unsuspecting husky to the washing area, while one kid waits with the Shampoochie shampoo, and Mom has the wash cloth, ready to scrub the innocent dog's face.

7. Let everyone know it's time to wash the dog. "Ya'll come on out." That's when the next door neighbor husky dog, Roper arrives at fence with loungechair, six pack
of Corona, and a beach umbrella to watch the show. I'm like does he think
it's a wet dog tee-shirt contest or something.

8. Time for dog bath. At this point, which is usually me, as in yesterday's case, I stopped, planted my feet firmly in the dirt I did my my best imitation of a donkey and refused to move. No bath for me. Forget it. I'll live like a wolf. Wild and free, smelling like a wookie.

9. Getting the dog to the washtub. Mom encouraged me to come on. No! Roper drooled at the fence post. Would you want a bath in front of him? Clueless Mom dragged me over to our Jethro metal wash tub and proceeded to suds me up. Humiliation thy name is Arwen.

10. Time for the rinse. Dog decides she has had it. I'm not going to take it anymore. I pulled out of my collar. I'm using one of the witless wonder's moves. I was going to run for it. Let the wind blow through my sudsy fur. That's right.

11. The Escape Foiled. I heard my name called out in a voice that only a Valkyrie could summon. "Arwen Hermione!" It was Mom, and she was using my middle name, too. I knew that tone. Oh, it's not good. It means when I catch you, Arwen Hermione. No chew-chews for a whole day. I'm weak. I'm sorry, world. I have to have my rawhide. I turn. Her eyes are flashing red, and she's glaring at me, and pointing her index finger at me. Thunder booms in the skies. Lightning arcs to the ground. I stop. The kids stare at me like you've done it now, Arwen. They know that voice, that thunder booming and ligntning arcing from the sky reaction from Mom, too.

12. Rinse and Dry. Mom escorts me over to the waterhose. "Let's rinse her." She's using her let's get this done tone. Yeah, love you, too. I stand there. Tail drooping, but I look up at her with defiant blue eyes. Somewhere, I hear the chorus to Freebird. Go ahead and rinse me, Mom with your new adjustable water nozzle, dry me off with your holey towels, but you can't tame this Freehusky.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-08T04:41:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

I'm mad!

Arwen, again. This is like four times this week.

Yes, again. I know. It's Mom. It's all her fault.

Let me tell you what she did this time to upset
the puppy.

She told me I smelled like I was Chewbacca's girlfriend.

I can see you wrinkling your forehead. Chewbacca? Arwen?
I don't see the connnection.

Apparently, when I reach a certaim smell level--Mom calls it--
the wookie level. You know wookie like from Star Wars.

I see you shaking your head. You still don't get it. Trust me, you're
not alone. I don't either.

It does mean one thing. It means I have to have a bath.

Here's Raven. If my day wasn't going downhill at super light speed already.

"Hey, Arwen, we're going to get a bath. Mom says, we smell like
wookies. Hey Arwen, is that some kind of cookie? Hey Arwen, when
we get a bath maybe we can splash one another. Hey Arwen, when Mom
gets the big metal tub out you can invite your twin sister fish, Shamu
over."

Pong.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-07T05:32:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

It's hot. Are you hot in your part of the globe?

Mom says it's like Mother Nature is having hot flashes
here in Georgia. It's not even July or August.

Time to lay claim to an air conditioning vent.

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-06T05:02:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I was watching television when I saw a commercial
for Sea World. I've decided I want to go to Sea World.

What Arwen? You want to go to Sea World. Why?

Polar Bears. Otters. Fun rides. I'm a thrill ride dog
at heart. Adventure. Yes, I want adventure.

Then, there is that shark tank. Mom puts a costume on
me. I can throw her in with them.
"Arrgh, walk the plank, Mom."

That's when Raven came up to me. Sat down.
Her eyeballs bouncing up and down in their
sockets. She watched the commercial, too.

"Hey Arwen, look at that funny black and
white fish. Hey, Arwen, that's a
huge fish. Hey, Arwen, they're calling that fish,
Shamu.

I held up my paw to stop her.

"It's not a fish. It's called a whale. You're
so stupid."

Raven narrowed her eyes.

"Hey Arwen, that whale, Shamu is black and white like you.
Hey Arwen, that whale, Shamu doesn't have any fur.
Hey Arwen, that whale is round and fat. Hey Arwen, you look
like Shamu."

Pong.

Later,

Arwen.

2008-06-05T03:51:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Mom has finally realized I'm not happy with her.
Duh! If someone glowers at you with glacial blue
eyes wouldn't you pick up the signal your puppy
wasn't happy?

She pets me on the head. Scratches me behind me
the ear. "Don't worry Arwen. You'll get breakfast
after your walk."

It's not about breakfast after the walk. Okay, that's
one of my issues. We do breakfast before the walk.

It's about the costumes. I do not do costumes.

It's about the fact you went to the Renaissance Festival
without me.

Humans they never understand!

Later,

Arwen

2008-06-04T04:45:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

It's a short post.

I'm punishing Mom for NOT taking me to the
Renaissance festival.

She came back smelling like turkey legs.

Arwen

2008-06-01T04:47:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

Today, Mom IS going to the Renaissance without her Princess puppy who
should be going to meet the King and Queen. Worse, Mom is going as a
peasant. Mom is waltzing around the house singing "Yo Ho
Yo Ho. It's a Pirate's Life for Me."

It gets worse.

She came up to me,reached for my face, and looked into eyes,
"Oh, Arwen, you and Raven will be so cute in your new pirate costumes.
Just wait until I get my new digital camera. I'll post your picture on your
blog. We'll call you two the Pirates of the Hairibbean."

I immediately plopped over onto the floor in shock. My suspicions confirmed--costumes.

Help! Help! Someone get me oxygen. Someone get some rawhide to resucitate me.

Someone concerned about her puppy would've immediately dropped to her knees
and patted her beloved dog on the side, begged someone with a cellphone to call
911 for an emergency vet.

Do we do that at my house? Oh, no!

At my house, Mom steps over me over my prone and heaving body,and says, "You're not getting breakfast until after your walk. Arwen. Nice try."

Yours in not tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-30T07:59:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Mom's going back to the Renaissance Festival this weekend.

AGAIN!

Fine, don't take your puppy. Don't take her to see the joust.

Don't take her to see the King and Queen.

I am Princess Arwen after all. Why would they want to see Mom?
She's going as a peasant.

Oh, no,here's Raven. I hate it when she stares at me and her eyes go up and down really fast. It means Mom gave her the cookies made with molasses. They make her even more hyper than she naturally is.

" Hey Arwen, Mom's going to the Renaissance Festival. Hey, Arwen, Mom's going to get a turkey leg. Hey Arwen, why isn't Mom going to take me? If Mom, takes me, do you think she would make me wear my gentle leader? Hey Arwen, she wouldn't take you because you would eat all the food at the royal feast. Hey Arwen, maybe Mom will buy us new costumes. She'll buy me a princess hat. Hey Arwen, maybe Mom will buy you the royal cow costume."

Pong.

Tail wags to all,

Arwen

2008-05-29T11:11:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Have you been keeping up with the Phoenix mission on Mars?
I have.

Can you imagine? All that Martian red mud between your paws.

I've been pretending I'm an astronaut dog searching for microbes in the
strata of the soil of Mars when I've been digging in my pen.

That is until. ..

Raven comes up to me, and goes. "What cha' doing, Arwen? You want to play, chase?
The squirrels are watching you. Look at the squirrels, Arwen. Hey, Arwen, where's your boyfriend? Arwen, your boyfriend is a deer. Arwen, why does Mom, make me wear that stupid gentle leader? Arwen want to play chase? Hey, Arwen I heard Mom talking about dressing us up like pirates, won't that be swell, Arwen? Why do you eat all the cookies, and not share with me, Arwen?"

If Raven doesn't zip her lips and be quiet, I'm going to pong her to Mars. If you see a husky orbiting Earth, you'll know it's her.

Tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-27T05:49:00.001-07:00

Hey World,

Short post. Dad walked me again this morning.

Not walked. Dad made me jog.

I need to rest my paw pads. Not rest them. Put out the
flames. They're on fire.

Where's the water bowl?

Later,

Arwen

2008-05-26T04:09:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

All I want to say about Dad walking me is that
he does not keep a leisurely pace like Mom.

Dad kept saying, "Come on, Arwen. Let's keep moving."

I.. . . have. . . to . . . stop. . . and . . . breathe!

Taking deep breaths,

Arwen

2008-05-25T04:37:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

I'm upset.

You ask. Arwen why are you upset? I'll tell you.

Mom was so busy yesterday--she didn't walk me.

You're probably going-- but Arwen you don't like to walk.
That's right I don't. But that's not the problem. It should
me MY choice not to walk. Not Mom's.

Now, she's telling me she has to work today, so DAD is going to
walk Raven and me.

I'm going to go and pout in my doghouse.

And Mom told me this morning that Dad is looking through the salespaper
for a new digital camera. Oh joy! Not!

Yours in droopy, not happy tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-24T02:52:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

My friend, the deer hasn't returned. Who would after meeting my family?

If Mom makes me sit in the pen wearing reindeer antlers, waiting behind a
tree, so she can get a picture of me talking to a deer, she can forget about it.
I am not going to cooperate.

She told Dad she wants to buy a new digital camera. Dad asked why?

Photo opportunities of the dogs and cats.

Dad shook his head. I hope Dad remains uncooperative. No new digital camera.

You know what that means. More costumes. More photos of Arwen in costumes. More
photos of Raven in costumes.

But it also means photos of cats in costumes. Here kitty! Here kitty!

Tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-23T03:44:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Ever been minding your own business, talking to a friend, and then
everybody makes a big deal about it.

What does it matter if my friend is a deer?

My new friend is a deer. And he came to vist me at the pen while he was cruising
through the woods, scoping out the greenery for some snacks. I could relate. Snacks are one of favorite things. We talked.

Or we tried to talk. Raven raced around the pen singing, "Arwen's got a boyfriend? Arwen's got a boyfriend?"

How embarrassing! I was ready to dig a new hole and stuff her in it.

Mom came down to the pen and caught me "wooing" at my pal. He was
hanging out chewing some tree leaves, letting me know what his cousin,
Rudolph had to say about the latest at the North Pole.

Can't a dog have a conversation around here?

Mom made a big deal. She said "Aw, Arwen you have a friend."

Mom said she would dig out the costume box and find the reindeer antlers I have
to wear at Christmas. She said I could wear them when I talk to my new friend to help us relate to one another.

Uh-Huh! I got your number, Mom. You just want poor Arwen to wear those stupid Christmas reindeer antlers because it justifies you putting them on me in the middle of May. It won't work. It'll be embarrassing. If I have to wear those stupid antlers, my new friend will laugh at me, and worse, the squirrels will, too.

No reindeer antlers for this Siberian. Do you hear me? I'm putting my paws down.

I think I hear Mom searching through her closet. She's singing Jingle Bells.

I need to go and dig a new hole,

Later,

Arwen

2008-05-22T05:49:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Raven escaped from the pen yesterday when it was time
for our morning walk. She ran really fast like she
was running for her life or something. I have no idea
why Raven would think her life would be in danger after
calling me a Jersey Husky cow. Would you?

There she goes. Zoom. Zoom. Zoom.

I was hanging back in my doghouse. I usually do this
when I don't want to go for a walk. Breakfast first.
Walk second. Noooooo! Not at my house. Here's our
stupid policy. Walk first. Breakfast second.

So, Raven is zippity-do-dahing like the brainless wonder
around the neighborhood, and Mom has to bend down on her knees,
crawl into my doghouse, and pull me out. "Come on, Arwen. If Raven
sees you, she'll come back to me."

That's what Mom thinks. Raven is walking herself. Why involve me?

She commented on my sharp toenails. Thank you. A good pawdicure doesn wonders for
a dog.

And so, I had to walk and the witless wonder caught up to us. Mom snagged her.
We had to drag Raven home. It's the whole Gentle Leader routine again. Whine. Roll.
And the Oscar for best Drama Dog performance goes to. . .

Finally, home. Breakfast.

Time for me to go and dig a hole. I have a busy day ahead of me.

Raven's hiding in her doghouse.

Tail wags to all,

Arwen

2008-05-21T04:26:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

Jersey Husky Cow! Is that right, Raven?

If you hear a grinding noise in the background, ignore it. It's me
sharpening my claws on Dad's electric knife sharpener. The one he
uses once a year at Thanksgiving.

It's good to have, sharp claws when you take your revenge, oops,
I mean dig. I like the way my paw claws glint when I hold
them up to the light.

Short post today, folks! I have a lot of digging to do.

But, first Raven and I are going on our walk.

Tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-20T15:14:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

This is Raven!

The Jersey Husky Cow a.k.a Arwen is digging a hole in the pen.

My turn at the computer.

I wanted to let everyone know a halti is gentle leader.
Mom thinks I need one. I'm a sled dog. I'm suppose to pull when
I go on a walk. Mom doesn't understand I walk her. Arwen acts like a
good bovine. Does what the mommy wants.

Better go. Arwen finds me here. She'll pong me.

Later,

Raven

2008-05-19T07:00:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

I had to take a walk this morning. I didn't want to
take a walk.

Woo is me.

It's bad enough I have to haul my tail around the neighborhood
BEFORE my breakfast. But Raven has to go with me. It's embarrassing.

Why?

She has to wear a halti. I don't. I know how to walk on a leash. I'm all
business. Let's get this over with. I want my breakfast. Stupiderella has
to pull. Tug. Roll. Whine. Drag herself all over the place. I want it off. I
want it off. She's rolling in the road trying to get the halti off her nose.
She's pulled some really great dramatic performances. The Oscar goes to. . .

I'm like will you stop. Let's get this walk over with. I want my breakfast. I have to go over and pong her on the head to get her husky bottom moving.

Whenever we go out in public Raven has to wear that stupid halti?

People ask Mom what's wrong with that one?

I want to melt in the ground. It's like they assume I'm a dumb butt by association.

Sigh!

Where's my breakfast?

Tail wags to all, and be glad you don't have to walk with someone wearing a halti.

Arwen

2008-05-18T15:15:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

It's me Arwen! Like you couldn't guess. Once in a blue-woo moon,
Raven will post. It's a rare thing when all the gears in the upstairs
clockwork is working at the same time for Raven.
Catch my drift. I've been known to pong her in the head
to get all the gears in the clockwork working at the same time. Mom gets
onto me when I pong Raven too hard. What's the problem? I like to see her eyeballs
rattle back and forth. I do it to the cats, too! Ha Roo! Roo! Roo!

I'll be replying to everyone's posts soon. Mom's making
me get off the computer because she's on deadline. She's
telling me to hurry up. Yeah! Yeah!

Maybe I should hold the computer hostage. I know she has pirate
costumes hidden in the closet. I'll give you the computer if you
give me the pirate costumes.

She's yelling at me now.

Better go.

Tail wags to all,

Arwen

2008-05-13T14:58:00.001-07:00

Hello World,

No thunder boomers last night. We have some predicted for
tomorrow night. I'm digging a new hole. I may put a new storm
shelter in. I haven't decided yet.

Mom hasn't dressed me like a pirate. I did "woo" to her that
I wasn't going to put up with any costumes this year.

Let me make a suggestion, Mom. Why don't you dress up the cats?

Tails wags,

Arwen

2008-05-12T04:26:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Mom went to the Renaissance Faire, yesterday.
What does this mean for Princess Arwen?

I tell you what it means.

Mom gets crazy ideas about dressing me up in costumes.

I think we're going pirate this year. I can see it now
she's going to try and put an eyepatch and a hat on me.
Great. Shiver me tail timbers.

Arrggh!

Arwen

2008-05-10T03:27:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

It rained about 2 am this morning. I howled to let
Mom know about about the storm. She appreciated
me waking her up. Well, I can't let her sleep through
all that thunder and lightning.

The good thing about a thunderstorm is that after
its over--you have mud to dig in. Good soft mushy
mud. Well, you know what I'm doing today. Yep, I'm
digging.

Since, I live in Georgia, we have red clay.
We're talking stuff that looks like it came from
Mars. When I'm finished this morning, I'm going
to be covered in red mud. Just call me a Martian husky
Gotta go dig while the dirt is fresh and oozy between
my paws.

Tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-08T06:24:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Yep, third day in a row posting. I know it. Can't believe it
myself. Mom says I need to spend more time
inside. She says I'm a compulsive hole digger, and I need to
cool it.

She's going to hire me out as a backhoe if I keep this up.
In this economy, it's not a bad idea for a girl to have
an alternate career plan.

Tail wags to all,

Arwen

2008-05-07T11:43:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

Can you believe I'm posting two days in a row? I can't.
Mom says I need to give the digging a break.
I'm looking up landscaping ideas on the Internet.I'm still working on
my trenches with a lunarscape theme.

I find the moon very inspiring. Those huge craters are very round.
Mom says asteroids and meteors crashing into the moon
made them. Ha! I can dig a hole as big as those suckers.
Mom says she doesn't doubt it.

Tail wags,

Arwen

2008-05-06T12:27:00.000-07:00

Hello World,

It's me, Arwen. Raven says hello; she's watching
the butterflies flitter past her. So, she's busy.
Doesn't take a lot to keep her occupied.

Yep, I'm still on the planet. I've been busy
digging. Mom says it looks like I've been watching too
many World War One films because of all the trenches I've dug
in the pen. She says she's going to have to go to Home Depot
for some trees or something to fill in my holes.
It's too dangerous for human or husky.

Who knows Mom? Maybe I'm planning to start something with the
squirrels. Mmmmmm.

Tail wags,

Arwen

2008-02-28T16:33:00.000-08:00

Hello World,

Sorry, I haven't posted in awhile. It's been sad and lonely
without Tolkien. We miss him! Mom misses him, too. She
wraps her arms around me and cries into my fur. It's okay.
Raven and I are here for Mom. She says hugging us helps to
keep her heart from breaking when she misses 'her boy'.

We've been coping. Sometimes I hope to find
Tolkien. Mom said Tolkien had to go away to the Rainbow Bridge.
When we take walks, especially after it rains,
I search the skies, seeking rainbows, hoping to catch a glimpse
of him. Mom looks, too.

It's been almost three months since Tolkien left the planet.
Soon, it will be spring, and as I watch
the daffodils blooming--life moves forward--Raven and I take walks,
but I still need to watch the rainbows.

Love to all,

Arwen

2007-11-21T04:38:00.000-08:00

J Arf Arf Tolkien

April 1, 1994-November 20, 2007

May you run free over the rainbow bridge my friend.

We'll miss you, my beloved boy.

Love,

Mom, Arwen and Raven

2007-11-04T05:39:00.000-08:00

Hello World,

How's the weather? We're getting cooler temps, and I'm loving it.
After a hot and humid summer, this weather has put the zippity-zoo
dog back into my walks.

Happy Tail Wags,

Arwen

2007-09-14T04:29:00.001-07:00

Hey World,

Mom told me to hurry up; she wants the
computer back so she can check her email.

I have a blog; she doesn't. Priorities.

She said,"Arwen your beauty coach is
leaving in ten minutes." Harr! Harr!
The beauty coach is the car, and I
have an appointment for a shampoo,
toe-nail trim and toe-hair trim.
Mom said my paw fur would rival a
Sasquatch.

Sigh!

Later,

Arwen

2007-09-13T06:48:00.001-07:00

Hey World,

I have a spa appointment tomorrow. I know what
you're going to say, "Oh, Arwen, a spa appointment."

Sounds impressive, doesn't it? I'm here to tell, you,
it's not.

It's a step-up from the washtub-in-the-backyard-
and-rinse-the-dog-with-a-waterhose routine.Spa treatment
is a fancy way of saying--I'm getting a bath at the vet's.

Later,

Arwen