So, Sarah and I are back in Wisconsin again. Super cool (well, the part about being in Wisconsin. The part where Sarah is here, not so much). I am especially happy that part of the reason we are back is Thanksgiving. Really, any holiday dedicated to eating is the kind of holiday that I can get behind (though it could use more bacon. And fewer vegetables). Plus, I'm pretty sure my cousin Izzy is coming up, too, and I have lots of bad habits to teach her over the long weekend. I'm pretty excited about that.
Unfortunately for yours truly, it is hunting season in Wisconsin. My grandparents live out in the country, and there are lots of people out hunting right now. Now, last year, I was in Wisconsin for Thanksgiving, and Sarah let me do whatever I wanted outside, no problem. Somehow, however, in those intervening twelve months, something happened. Now, she's all worried I am going to go into the woods and get shot (I know - I'm as shocked that she worries about me as you are), so she had my Grandpa go out and buy me a hunting vest.
It's not pink, I will grant you that. However, still not my best color.
Now, first of all, I'm not very happy at all that my grandpa agreed to go out and but me clothes (although, come to think of it, perhaps Sarah isn't the one who cares about my safety, but Grandpa and Grandma...I will have to consider this. On initial thought, it makes a lot of sense). However, I am going to say that, as far as my clothes go, this is about the best of the lot. After all, it's to keep me from getting shot. And I would rather not get shot. That said, though, I have to say that I'm a dog, not a crossing guard. And based on this outfit, I'm not sure how one tells the difference.
Anyway, I should probably get back to my adventures here. My grandpa got a new Gator ATV thing that is AWESOME. I have been riding all over in it, and even though I have to wear the vest in it (like a tool), I still look pretty darn good riding in the thing. I will have pics for your later this week.
