The Cloak, burdened with a load of mud from its Jungo Road Adventure, needed a lot of scraping and scrubbing by Linda sooner rather than later to forestall permanent damage, or

at least until Seth and Sonny [one or the other or both of whom had been showing up,

usually at meditation time, every day since Don and Daisy’d departed] brought Dave’s resuscitated water trailer by late Saturday with a power washer and in short order managed to

finish the de-gumbo-ing.  Finally Sunday, Aggie’s 14th birthday, was a day without anyone

and a lovely day for dogs to render themselves ever more high maintenance with the quirky

but low maintenance birthday girl on the porch for lunch and later, as Birthday for Dogs,

aged salmon from the freezer all around, while for us a most pleasant [though I was a little bummed, having somehow damaged my wrist loading limbs into the Chevy earlier] dinner

out in anticipation of the Total Lunar Eclipse.  Which I most disastrously by minutes missed soon after the above photo…