On the way back from Portland on Sunday, we stopped at a campground to let a grumpy Gus stretch his legs.

After an hour of grumbling he was finally happy again.

Then mere moments after this picture was taken, he stepped down off this curb and knocked his head on the cement. He had just navigated it with no troubles, so I wasn’t as on guard as I should have been.

You can still see some of the scars here (on his nose) but I’m amazed at how quickly they healed.

The guilt is still nice and fresh, though, since I keep picking at it.