A Hunting I Will Go...

Check out this new contraption my Dad bought. It's called a hunting blind. If you ask me, it should be called a tent, but hey, who am I to question all the great white hunters in the world?

Anyway, I'm having crazy fun sneaking in and out of this thing as it sits in our garage. As a matter of fact, Howie and I ate dinner out there. It was fun until Howie decided to go to the bathroom inside it. Can anyone say nasty? Thank goodness these things have windows...

 Not to worry, I put my new potty in there. Not for Howie either. For me.