Sunday breakfast

Sunday mornings are always the same - every Sunday I have to struggle with Mum to see who gets the Kallen Mättitahnaa, every time Mum gets it first and Dad never even tries... weird bunch. Dad has been "having a little trouble" with his computer so no posts for the last couple of weeks - now back to normal. He keeps grumbling about Christians and Buffaloes - some sort of pagan ritual?

Last weekend was Anzac day and someone forgot the flag. This weekend is Vappu - lots of flags and drunk people :)

Happy birthday to me!

Today is my birthday - I'm 5 real years old - 35 dog years - Now I'm definately old enough to decide what to smell, what to eat, and what to chase!

The downside

I always forget - the downside to mud!

Spring is in the air

and in my legs - you should see how high I can jump!

So, now spring is here and the snow is almost gone - replaced with glorious mud!

But there are still snowballs if you know where to look. This morning I took Mum and Dad to one of my favourite snowball places - and guess what?



Amy in bliss