On Monday it was the birthday of my brother Henrik. He was 18 years old. If he was a dog he would be 126 dog years old, but he's a person so that makes him 18. I am 30-something dog years old - a wise young lady - but I love my 18 year old/young brother. If my master was a dog he would be too old for me to calculate (as I can only count to 150).
This picture was taken at my brother's party. That's me in the scarf, waiting for my grandmother to drop her snack
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