Friday, November 26, 2010

See Ya Later, Gator

So, my Grandpa got himself a new (and awesome) toy last week: a Gator ATV! I, of course, have joined him in the ATV as much as possible since arriving in Wisconsin.

 
Looking good, if I do say so myself. I could do without the blaze orange vest.


Sometimes, I ride in the back. Usually, Sarah shuts that tailgate, but I kind of like having it down. Makes it feel more dangerous. And you know me, Danger is my middle name (unless said danger involves going out in the dark. Or rain. Or woods).

And now, things are right in the world. I finally am in the driver's seat. And I got out of my blaze orange vest. Score!


Sadly, I will soon be going home to Indiana, where there is no fun ATV. And I am stuck with Sarah.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Blaze Orange Is So Not My Color

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.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Ho, ho, ho! Merry - Wait a Minute...


I have to say, I love Christmas. Trip to my grandparents' house, lots of food, presents - it's pretty awesome. Unfortunately, I also have to deal with Sarah's crap. Last year, it involved a reindeer costume. With a light up nose. Needless to say, that part of Christmas is horrible. And I really don't want to remind Sarah about that outfit, because she didn't take many pictures of me in it. I would rather that such pictures never find their way out of her possession.

Unfortunately for me, Sarah decided that she would get in the Christmas spirit extra early this year, so she purchased me a Christmas dress.

This picture does not do justice to the sheer amount of sparkle this dress involves. That's not supposed to be a compliment. This isn't Toddlers & Tiaras, people.

Really, Sarah? A Christmas dress? Do you think I need a dress? It's not like I'm even allowed to go to church, and that's the only place I could think I would be wearing this. Note: This complaint is in addition to the general complaint that dogs don't need clothes.

Anyway, having put me in the Christmas dress, Sarah would not leave the whole Christmas thing alone. So, off she went to fetch something else.


A Santa hat. I should have guessed this one was coming.

Anyway, as Christmas approaches, I'm pretty sure that things are only going to get worse. I'll keep you posted.

Bah Humbug.