Commence Mission: Fatten Up Elvis. So far, he has been more interested in the outsides of the tins/bags than the contents of them. Hopefully there’ll be one or two kinds he likes.

I was a few minutes (only two or three) late for work this morning because I met this gentleman with four of his canine friends and his ‘mummy’ on my way there and just had to ask if I could take his picture.

I’ve finally regained some of my former lust for reading. Here’s hoping it lasts.

Saturday was Brummers krog (I had the tomato, basil and parmesan salad, followed by home-made ice cream and strawberries), then Glimmingehus with the photo fiends that are my family.

My dad, seen through a wine glass.

Sometimes, late at night, Elvis rushes back and forth on top of the bookshelves. I’m always a little worried he’ll misstep and lose his balance, but his footing never seems to falter.

I am in love with Maxïmo Park’s latest album and with Elvis, who is a doll and sleeps on my lap while I sit in front of the computer.

Today I wore the pants in the family.

This dog looked like s/he could be a lab/dachie cross, but I never found out. I guess there’s a possibility of either västgötaspets or corgi instead of dachie, given the size. Either way, s/he was a very gentle and mellow dog.

Inspiration: I don’t have it today.