A few dozen cows graze on the land, and they kept their distance from us.  But on the way back down the hill, Jasper started rolling on the grass, obviously delighted. As we got close, we could see he was covered with something. Mud?  Not quite. He'd found what my friend calls a meadow biscuit - or, in layman's terms, a cow pie. 

I should have taken pictures of Jasper up close, because it was quite a site.  So was the process of trying to clean him before getting in the car (And I really liked that jacket of mine we had to sacrifice for the cause). From there, we had to track down the closest do-it-yourself dog wash, and give him a thorough cleaning. 

I couldn't bring myself to capture those moments with my camera. Too disgusting. Better to remember in my mind. Or rather, to try and forget.