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You can call me Arya. Please and Thank You.

Mommy has a blog.

It's true. She talks about us there. Along with all sorts of other wacky stuff- like past lives and psychic abilities. Join us there, please.


Stark Raving Zen

http://starkravingzen.blogspot.com/
(In case the link doesn't work!)


She writes about what Finlay and I think and do, as well as babble a lot about her tendencies to read energy fields and "come alive" and psycho/psychic fun... well, you'll understand when you get there. It's crazy fun sometimes. Sometimes it's dark. Kind of like life in general.

And, it's going to be the basis of a real live television show in your up and coming future. You may has well get a sneak peak.

Carry on pups! We look forward to feeling your energy there!

Yours,
Arya

I have no golden toilet.

Today I hide under the dining room table. Weeping. Earlier this morning I received a stern talking to for urinating on the carpet. It is this that troubles me. Suddenly the expectation is that I commence my royal doodies in the frigid elements of this frozen land of Norsk unrighteousness. What is a desert princess to do? I don't dip my hoo hoo in the niveous blanket of winter's insults for anyone!

That, and I have no digital image recordings of my holiday attire. That blows too.

Don't believe what you see!

I'm much bigger than this! Really! My page stinks! It's an abomination! I'm so embarrassed!

But.... I don't have the energy to make it better right now. Tough day at puppy play care. I had a shiba inu in my face for hours. Damn Japanese are so tenacious with me. I'll rev up after a nice rest and punish Mommy first thing in the morning. I promise.