After RDC picked me up, we went out for lunch. That was enough for him for the day but later I heated up some pasta with marinara. Of course Blake needed to share so I rinsed off a piece for him, a bit of pasta the length and diameter of the outer two joints of my thumb, which he ate all of. The residue of sauce had enough garlic in it to give Blake severe garlic breath--a first for him and an experience we don't want to repeat, since he spends so much of his time on our shoulders--for more than a day.
RDC grew the van dyke for a joke, and yep, I was startled. It wasn't quite long enough not to be scratchy when I first experienced it, and I opined that if he didn't hate it, it might be amusing to let it go for another week, past scratchiness. I think he was really looking forward to my coming home not just because I'd be coming home but also so he could finally thoroughly shave. It was scratchy on the inside, as well as on the outside, and he removed it little more than a day later. I was relieved, yes indeedy.