Leader of the Pack

Snow was dropping from the tree branches above as it melted during the Adventure Pack's hike this morning.  Rucksack was thrilled by the phenomenon, and raced to the site whenever it happened.  Mogul, on the other, hand, was doing his best to avoid the snowy ambushes from above - as was I.  I wish I had my camera out at one point, to capture the image of Rucksack in pure ecstasy as he danced in the midst of a heavy torrent that fell for several seconds.  He leaped into the air and bit at the snowballs falling all around him, loving every moment of it.  Mogul and I were sitting on a rock in a clearing, safe from the snowy, wet mess that Rucksack was so enthralled with.

Coco, Rucksack, and Marley all chased and wrestled with each other at the park, sometimes all three of them together and other times with two of them paired off.  Mogul found a Boxer mix who he spun around for many times, trying to incite a chase.  It looked like the chase was about to begin any second, as the other dog was poised and they were both hopping around playfully, but another passing dog distracted them and they never got back to it.