Woodsmoke and Grime

After five hours of sleeping in the backseat, we ready ourselves to bounce out of the truck, feed and put away the hounds, then unpack our own things. Our five happy days in Aldie left most of our clothes pretty filthy and well worn. But it’s too late to do laundry tonight, so Libby goes straight to sleep, fully clothed, paw printed and grimey. In the morning, she wakes up and boards the school bus still wearing her favorite stretched-out blue tee shirt over ripped short shorts. If you’re still dirty and reek of woodsmoke, the trip doesn’t seem over.