Today was thursday no? Yes. It was a dog day afternoon, litterally a dog day afternoon. I was invited to Karkkimala to take some shots of an English Bulldog called Stefan.

( Huh? )

Stefan lives in a small place called Karkkimala just outside of Vaasa. He has a very large flat to snoop around in. He gets a lot of exercise, but he is not that flexible.

( Huh? right back at you fool )

In the winter Stefan very much likes to throw himself in the snow. He is quite the dolphin when he moves through the white gold.

( Huh? He is very much a “huh” dog ok! )

Stefan makes a lot of noise running around in the flat, he kinda growls like a pig. He is really funny and he sure likes to be around people. I didn’t even know Stefan that much, but he wouldn’t leave my krafsande hand. Don’t try translating krafsande, there isin’t a word for it, maybe cuddelie-cuddelie. Ass.

( There is some crazy shit going on up there… )

At night time, Stefan likes to go to sleep between his parents Chris and Tanya. Or so I’ve heard, it may not be entirely true, so why am I mentioning it? I don’t know. Stay tuned for the last pic of Stefan the English Bulldog from Karkkimala!

( Stefan’s dream is to one day meet Usain Bolt )

This was it from me and Stefan. He was a really cute dog, and if I were to have a dog someday, I would highly consider getting myself a real Stefan. And ofcourse, what was the salary for me doing this thing? I got a major heap of ice-cream with !three! different chocolate sauces, hear that you? Three different! And also, a lifetime of dinners at the Karkkimala tenement, now that’s something! I’m totally secure foodwise now! Ta-ta.

//Tage – The guy who just visited Karkkimala