Bonne St-Jean 2012!

A year and a day ago, on June 23rd, we had the great fortune of adding a sweet little guy to our small family. We picked up Max after work on a Thursday, before the eve of Mid Summer, which is really big in Sweden. To me, that was the eve of St-Jean, Québec's national day.

A year later and we're still over the hill in love with our (less) little guy. You might remember last year's picture of a sweet tiny fluffy puppy with a headband and 2 wobbly flags. It barely fit around his torso at the time.

Well, it's been exactly 12 months since that day and St-Jean is again at our doorstep. Max is now almost 14 months old and has grown into a gorgeous puppy. Yes, puppy. He'll always be my puppy!

The headband really fits on his head now, although he had to be convinced to keep it on with the promise of a few meatballs... *coughs*

White, Fluffy and Chilly Make Max a Crazy Puppy

What better time than spring to bring up pictures about a dog's love for snow.
It was to be expected. After all, he's got some Canadian blood in him somewhere!

It seems there is nothing more fun for Max than a snowball. Think about it for a moment, from his perspective...

It's a ball that his human can throw at him.
That he can eat.
That he can also drink at the same time.

What more can a puppy ask for? Oh yes... meatballs! Well, you still cannot drink them mind you.

Don't I look good with white?

I'm ready to start! Let's go go go!

A little to the left...

A little to the right...

Uh oh, TOO CLOSE! TOO CL...

Woohoo! I got it!

Look at me, I'm getting better at this stuff!

*yawns and stretches* A well deserved rest after such a tedious playtime.

Happy New Woofy Year!

Happy New Year 2012!

What better way to begin than by posting old pictures from 2011!

First of all, can someone tell me how much is that dog in the window?

Woof woof! Max staring at me at work.

Also, I've recently gotten a new protection thingie for my computer at work. It's been working pretty well so far.

No virus is going to get in there! No cat either.

 Max is a bit particular. You know how people usually loves to sunbath? We take our long chairs, drag them into the open where the sun is shining warm and bright. We might bring a book, a nice drink or simply choose to close our eyes and drift off while enjoying the nice weather...
Max does it during the autumn, under the cloudy sky, on the bare chair. Silly doggy.

Maybe it's time I turn around so I get an even tan?

Sometimes, he does get tired of cloud-bathing, mostly when he's playing with his cousin Ludde. Let the right ones in? (Låt "de" rätta komma in?).

Let us in! Pleeeeaaasseee! We won't wreck havoc in the house... again... Well, for 5 minutes at least.

He loves to be around us, sleeping at our feet at work and at home, following us around as we do the stuff we do, even when that implies building Ikea furniture.

Ok, so I stay here and you follow my instructions.

I give this the Max' seal of approval. Woof!

We can sleep soudnly with Max in the house. He even keeps the Christmas tree and all teh gifts safe from burglars (or curious people trying to get a sneak peak at their presents a bit too early).

Merry Woofmas!