Sparky is back to his old, gregarious self.  He didn’t even mind that we weren’t going to be able to go camping at West Branch State Park.

After going to Aldi to get food for our trip, I noticed that my truck is leaking transmission fluid. Sparky figures that if we make the brisket, we can still have a nice weekend. He thought I should give him a bit of brisket fat now, to get the party started.