Friday Pack Activities
Clover, Dylan, Roger Roger and Sputnik enjoyed a casual trot along the Boulder Creek Path this morning, with cooler air and cloudy skies making for a very pleasant and relaxing time. We made a few stops along the way, where everyone wanted to crowd around and sniff in the grass and bushes together. It was the first time Clover came out for pack activities without her sister Monarch, who passed away earlier this year, and she was badly missed. I couldn't help but look down at the dogs as they walked beside me, and imagine her happy face looking back up, the way she used to do. But at least Clover had good company in Dylan, Roger Roger, and Sputnik.
The pack headed to the Bear Creek Greenway in south Boulder this afternoon. That was apparently the wrong choice. We took our time meandering across Martin Park, as Zoey, Rucksack, Carl, Mrs. Miggins, Ruffers, and Lou put their noses to work in the grass and around various tree trunks. A short bit into our walk, a crack of lightning suddenly struck so close that everyone jumped. Rucksack and Ruffers were especially spooked, and very eager to head back to the car. We waited out the brief rain/hail storm there. After about ten minutes, with no more lightning strikes, the rain let up, so we headed back out to resume our walk. We made it only a little further than the first go, when - again quite suddenly, with no approaching thunder to warn us - another bolt of lightning struck probably within 100 yards of us. Needless to say, Rucksack and Ruffers led the charge back to the car again - this time with repeated lightning strikes accompanying us all the way. When dropping off the pack afterwards, the dry ground and mostly-blue skies in the northern half of town were a clear signal that south Boulder was the wrong place to take the pack for the afternoon. In all the hubbub, I didn't get a photo of the pack.