Porter and I spent a few weeks up with our buddy John this fall doing some bird training. We work great together as a team – I’ve got the nose to find all the pheasants and Porter has the drive to fetch all the pheasants – it’s a win win situation. Now that it’s winter, mom (7 months pregnant) and dad are taking us on pheasant hunts, and we could not have more of a blast doing it!

We went out in the field with mom, dad, and grandpa recently and had a blast getting some birds, although Porter being the self-destructive boy that he is, hit something sharp in the field and almost sliced the femoral artery in his front right leg. Luckily he did not, and the vets were able to put him under surgery and fix him right up with some stitches, so now that he’s all healed we are definitely ready for some more holiday hunts. He’s a hot mess, that one.