There are few things as unhappy as my hedgehog on her birthday. I’m trying very hard to establish a “birthday bow” tradition, wherein I force Hufflepuff into as many bows as she is years old.
It’s like the Oyster Stew tradition my mom has at Christmas Eve. Hufflepuff doesn’t hate it. She just doesn’t realize how much she loves it.
Here’s my photo essay of Hufflepuff’s Second birthday attempt.
Here we go. Attempt Number 1. Look at the camera, Petey! (Petey is HP’s nickname. Don’t ask me why. We’re not sure how it happened).
Here she looks visibly worried.
But here she just looks visibly pissed.
If I bribe you with some peas, will you work with me here?
Oh, sure, now you’ll hold still.
BAH! If only it were in focus.
She almost succeeded in getting the second bow free. Almost.
Belligerence Personified. Or, I suppose, Hedgehogified.
Come on. We’re close.
Do you think the camera is going to steal your soul or something? Look at her little paw clawing for escape.
This is the hedgehog I love. Yep.
Ok, I really do love her.
Finally, I pivoted around so Jeremy could get this angle… At least she held still for one glorious moment.
Money Shot. At least looking impassive is better than angry.
Happy 2nd Birthday Hufflepuff! You actually are quite a joy.
