Delayed Weekend Talk
So it's Thursday, but I figured I'd write about our weekend because I hadn't yet, and I know how much people love to hear about mundane things.
We visited my hometown in southern Alabama, which I know, totally sounds wild, but it was actually pretty laid back. Brandon got to shoot a little while with my dad on Saturday, while I amused myself by trying to make my dad's dog, Molly, stop jumping on me for crying out loud. Molly has gone to doggie obedience school, but for some reason she only listens to my dad.
I say, "NO! NO DO NOT JUMP ON ME MOLLY OR I WILL HIT YOU. No, down. I SAID DOWN. DOWN!"
And she hears, "YOU HAD BETTER JUMP UP ON ME WITH THOSE MUDDY PAWS, BECAUSE I LIKE THAT SORT OF THING. I MAY BE YELLING AND FROWNING, BUT THAT JUST MEANS I REEEALLY WANT SOME ATTENTION."
Just a miscommunication, really. Here's Molly during a brief moment when her paws were on the ground:
We finally visited Corrie and Erick, after I saw Erick at Willie T's and found out that no, they weren't avoiding me, and yes, they don't know how to check their messages on their home phone or their email. But I forgive them because I like them and they are new parents so it's understandable, their lack of correspondence, plus Brandon and I hadn't gotten to meet their new baby yet. So we went to their house Saturday night and watched a movie and played Battle of the Sexes, which is much harder than you'd think. Corrie and I won because, as you know, girls rule. And their baby didn't even scream all that much. That's good for a two-month-old, right?
My dad accompanied us to the wildlife refuge on Sunday, where we did not see much wildlife but we did see lots of trees and water and bugs. Here's a pic:
Anyway, to sum up; bad dog, good weekend, fall rules.
We visited my hometown in southern Alabama, which I know, totally sounds wild, but it was actually pretty laid back. Brandon got to shoot a little while with my dad on Saturday, while I amused myself by trying to make my dad's dog, Molly, stop jumping on me for crying out loud. Molly has gone to doggie obedience school, but for some reason she only listens to my dad.
I say, "NO! NO DO NOT JUMP ON ME MOLLY OR I WILL HIT YOU. No, down. I SAID DOWN. DOWN!"
And she hears, "YOU HAD BETTER JUMP UP ON ME WITH THOSE MUDDY PAWS, BECAUSE I LIKE THAT SORT OF THING. I MAY BE YELLING AND FROWNING, BUT THAT JUST MEANS I REEEALLY WANT SOME ATTENTION."
Just a miscommunication, really. Here's Molly during a brief moment when her paws were on the ground:
We finally visited Corrie and Erick, after I saw Erick at Willie T's and found out that no, they weren't avoiding me, and yes, they don't know how to check their messages on their home phone or their email. But I forgive them because I like them and they are new parents so it's understandable, their lack of correspondence, plus Brandon and I hadn't gotten to meet their new baby yet. So we went to their house Saturday night and watched a movie and played Battle of the Sexes, which is much harder than you'd think. Corrie and I won because, as you know, girls rule. And their baby didn't even scream all that much. That's good for a two-month-old, right?
My dad accompanied us to the wildlife refuge on Sunday, where we did not see much wildlife but we did see lots of trees and water and bugs. Here's a pic:
Anyway, to sum up; bad dog, good weekend, fall rules.
