Feliz Octobre!

I know, I know, it's been entirely too long since I've done this. Serena, I just saw your post from August 22 and I'm sorry! Soccer season started and was spending all my free time taking Sadie pee, napping or picking my nose at work.

October is one of my favorite months. The leaves are almost at the peak of color, it's getting to hoodie and puffy vest weather, soccer season is winding down and blaze orange becomes socially acceptable. Josh loves October, too. The first day of the month marks his two favorite events: his birthday and the start of bird season. (It should be noted that as I write this, the barrell of a shotgun is staring at me, resting on the deer-foot rack that's hanging on the wall, holding his Desert Cammies from deployment, his blaze-orange Fedora-esque hat and a couple of boonie hats...I asked him to turn the rifle around so it wasn't pointing in our direction but he sait that's how it goes. Period. Welcome to my world.)
Josh left the night before his birthday and headed for Wytopitlock with Fudgie to stay at camp and go hunting the next morning. I don't know why they call it bird season. They can only shoot partridge (I think), which I found out I've been mispronouncing all these years. Apparantly it's paaatridge. Not pah, but paa...like sheep says baa. Ruffled grouse- at least I pronounced that right. Oh but wait! There are two different types of grouse...one that has a purple chest and is retarded but we can't shoot that one. Whatever.
Anyway, the boys go bird hunting. But it's not really hunting. There's no trampling through the woods. They drive around in the truck and lean out the window to shoot them. And drink beer. Luckily, Mom bought 30 of them.
They came back around 3, right before I was going to leave for practice. They carry in the cooler of what's left of the beers, and a Bud Light, twelve-pack of long-necks box, full of feathers.
Sadie immediately went into great white hunter dog mode and had to go sniffing. She started just sniffing the box, then Josh decided to take them out so she could get up close and personal. She started licking (shocker there!) and I had to smack her head and squeal a little so Josh would take the feather out of her mouth! Shudderrrrr...
The best part of all of this: while Sadie was sniffing Josh grabbed the bird and shook it at her going, "GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE!!!" Sadie would jump back and he would do the same thing again. I was LOSING it. Not because Sadie was scared, but because the birds head was flopping around and it reminded me of Gobbles the turkey on South Park Hellen Keller the Musical episode!!! (Go to here and watch Season 4, Episode 14!)

HAHAHAHA I'm still laughing about this.

PS Josh just called me to the kitchen and I had some paaatridge. Holy crap. That's a good bird. But I have to save room for the salmon he's making :)