The Twenty-Fifth Scroll

Remember how I said that a swimming pool was going to come up on the front lawn?? Well, guess what?? I was WRONG.

Yes, you read right. I, Feni the most BRILLIANT creature that ever trod on the planet Earth, was actually incorrect about something. I’m not exactly sure what the “thing” is going to be, but I’m pretty sure it’s NOT a pool, because the laborers have set up a cemented platform, and who has ever heard of a pool on a stage???????

Hey… WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!! What is THAT’S what they’re building?? A STAGE!!!! Because -maybe, just maybe- they have finally recognized my ASTONISHINGLY MARVELOUS talent??????

This sudden realization has got me a bit dizzy. What if they really have figured out that I was born to be a universally acclaimed diva?!??!! Well, its NO surprise to ME, of course, for I have been exposed to me awesomeness since a VERY young age. But think about the poor, unarmed viewer who will behold my brilliance for the first time EVER?? Think about their reaction?? Why, if they have lead a particularly boring life, they might even… they might even… die!!!! [I am not very comfortable with writing the D-word]

I, for once, am not exaggerating when I say that people could actually… actually cease to exist any more once they take a look at my GORGEOUS face. And my perfectly shaped snout. As well as my trimmed nails. Oh, and my handsome whiskers. [I could go on. There is a lot about me that could be classified under perfection]

Well, maybe this stage will turn out to be a better development than the swimming pool. If it is a stage after all. Which I think it will be. Yeah, sure, I was quite sure that the construction would turn out to be a pond, but hey, first time unlucky, eh?? And I have learned my lesson; I will NEVER be hasty again. I will always think before saying something [or blogging about it] and ponder over the matter thoroughly before letting my opinion be known. 

Except for this once. Because a decision as EASY as this doesn’t take time to think over. I am POSITIVE that a global podium will plant itself on the front lawn so that the globe can spot my feisty self. I have to end this post RIGHT AWAY to inform the folks about what color I want my dressing room to be painted. [Red is so vulgar. Then again, so is blue. But I do so like blue!!]

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The Twenty-Fourth Fable

I have GOT to stop thinking about that swimming pool!!! [Read previous posts to get what I’m saying] I mean, I have been spending more time fantasizing about myself floating around in that little lagoon than I’ve dedicated to slobbering over the next meal [that hasn’t yet arrived] and THAT’S saying something. Thankfully, a diversion has stepped in to save the day [and the little sanity I have left]. A truly drool-worthy scheme that’s plonked me on Cloud 9… Guess what?? [I say that a lot nowadays, don’t I??]

Uncle Gordon is coming over!!!!!!!!!!! From AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Okay, I might like to add here that the only reason I actually gave this piece of news a second thought is because Uncle Gordon is from AMERICA. Taylor describes it as the land of all things big. And whenever she says that, I wonder to myself, ‘Could you IMAGINE the size of an ultra large chew made in the USA????’ And after I think that Trikaya, the younger sis, goes -as if on cue- ‘And Uncle G always gets us the most terrific presents!!’ And in my mind I go ‘YIPPEEEEEE!!!!!!!’]

I just want this month to hurry up and finish itself, because Uncle G is arriving at the end of November. Oh, I simply can’t wait!! You know how people always say that they want “good things” to look forward to?? Well, I have TWO of them right now, but I can assure you that it is NOT as great as they make it sound because you just want the “good things” to come and waste the days dreaming about the “good things” and wondering whether they will be as good as you are imagining them.


That’s all for today, Folks!! [I know my posts have an average of three hundred words -which is practically nothing in blogger terms- but you have got to realize that being a dog with a passion for writing isn’t as easy as you may think it is. I have to be alert and ready to close down all my tabs and jump back into the “regular dog position” even at the sound of feet padding across the family den. And, believe me, that isn’t easy]

Later Gator!!

Feni the Dawg