Thursday, September 16, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Always on guard
This is the best pl.ace for me to protect the house... My brother's bed. He lets me borrow it as long as I promise not to vomit on it... Seems fair enough although I don't know what all the fuss is about with my eating habits - after all I always clean up behind me...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Do all Americans look this smart?
I've heard about America. It's a bit like dog heaven - that is, if you like to be treated like a pampered person - having your hair curled and coloured every week, toenail painting and strange clothes that make your parents pretend you are their baby.
This guy is an American - a friend of Dad's called Martin. I wonder if he always looks like this?
This guy is an American - a friend of Dad's called Martin. I wonder if he always looks like this?
Saturday, March 6, 2010
My other Dad
I have two Dads - not many people can say that! This is Kalle - he is very nice (despite the photograph)
Friday, February 26, 2010
Sometimes I wish...
Sometimes I wish I was a hunting dog - living deep in a forest with lots of squirrels and snowballs to chase - and an endless supply of empty beer cans to dig up.
Each morning I would get up, eat an endless supply of scrambled eggs, go downstairs and vomit onto my brother's bed so I can eat it a second time, and then stroll outside to terrify the passers by with my impressive bark. Then a couple of squirrels and snowballs to chase and a sleep for the rest of the day - heaven!
Each morning I would get up, eat an endless supply of scrambled eggs, go downstairs and vomit onto my brother's bed so I can eat it a second time, and then stroll outside to terrify the passers by with my impressive bark. Then a couple of squirrels and snowballs to chase and a sleep for the rest of the day - heaven!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I love my Dad
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday morning
Sometimes I wish I could go the place where mum goes to get her hair coloured. Imagine the fun I could have if my hair was white!
My mum is skiing in Koli
This is where my Mum is this weekend - hiding behind one of these trees I guess. Probably wouldn't work for me to be there with her - there's too much snow here for me to run around without getting buried - and there's probably twice as much there!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Back in action
Well, did you miss me? Dad got a new phone back in September... And has only now been able to "post photos to Blogger"... Whatever that means
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