And So We Begin the Thrilling Threes!

I’m 21 in dog years now. Let’s party!

Strawberry Shortcake

It’s all downhill from here

Me and my new playset.

Potty trained and in public!

Sunday in the Park

July 4 through the years

My Fourth Fourth

I’m in my anti-paparazzi mode today, so I didn’t photograph as well during the July 4 parade as I have in previous years.

Oddly enough, I didn’t mind having my photo taken as long as I had a Sno-Kone in my hand.

Not a forced smile, no, not at all.

Dad didn’t bribe me to smile for the camera. He told me to tell you that.

Life of Riley

I partied with Cousin Riley last night. She’s the greatest! And not just because she’s also a beautiful blonde like me.

(This pic is from last Thanksgiving, but whatever. Dad was getting a little anxious that the snow day story would be at the top of my blog until June.)

The Epic Tale of My First Snow Day

Now It Can Be Told.

On 2 March of the year A.D. 2009, I, Sofie the Fairhaired, hearkened back to my forebears of Sverige and braved the snowy wastelands of frigid Richmond.

The day began as pleasantly as any winter’s day in old Stockholm. Even that most taciturn of Swedes, Gustavus Adolphus, would have found merriment in the dazzling whiteness perched upon the boughs and carriages.

With a backdrop of our trusty iron steed, Sven the Saab, I ventured out from our dwelling to inspect this particulate matter called “snow.”

I soon was forced into hard labor. This work suited me; I felt a strong bond with my ancestors as I toiled.

Later that day, I erected a stunning snow statue in homage to Charles XII, the greatest of all Swedish kings. Notice how his arm points east toward Russia. (OK, it’s west, but you’d get there going that way, too.)

And then, in deference to my Nipponese forebears, I swiftly removed Charles’s head in scimitar-like fashion. Behold his frozen smile rolling away in the bottom left corner.

And finally, realizing that my Irish ancestors also required honor on this fine day, I raised Charles’s head to the sky, cracked it in two with my bare hands, and with a bloodthirsty cry, devoured the lot.

It was indeed a glorious day. I retired to my abode, hungry for Jo-Jo Squeez© Yogurt.