Some good days, some not so good.
In the midst of one of the good, Gilgamesh was up to the glen with a nice batch of dogs, including an old lab and a new lab, both sweet:
And there was much laughter.
Tonight, after one of the not-so-good days of low energy, proprioceptive difficulties, and general vagueness, he perked up with dusk cool rolling in, and asked for some fun.
So: an evening stroll in the glen, steam rolling off the pond and the last remaining light hoarded by the mountain.
Blueberry strudel, shared.
Minute by minute, we’re seeing what’s the next right thing.