Settling down here in Kärrtorp, but let's face it: Södermalm it isn't!
Went for walkies at lunchtime, sniffed around, peed here and there to announce my arrival and did an enormous poo in the snow. Quite enjoyed watching Fatso scoop it up into a plastic bag.
He won't let me sniff any bottoms which is rather mean. How would he feel if I stopped him socialising?
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