White Dog and Dragon looked like off-road dirt bikers when they got back to the car. Instead of the usual bike ride/Nature Center morning, we decided that a walk through the cool shady Bosque would allow everyone to spend more time with the pups and provide a change of pace that more suited the humidity.
Everyone went off like marchers in a parade. White Dog and Steve led the group as she rushed ahead sniffing and prancing; Gregg and Dragon scampered close behind; and Candace walked with dignity and purpose as The Other White Dog strolled proudly healing at her side.
I am not sure exactly what went on in the middle (stories were told of WD and The Honorary White Dog bobbing and playing chase and rolling along the very wet path) but the end looked like this: White Dog and Steve charging full speed up the path to get to the car; Steve gasping for air; White Dog wet and muddy from paws to sidewalls. She leaped to get in the car as though she was on a mission to save me...and then... nothing! "Umm, where are the rest of the Donner party, guys?" I asked. Steve told me that after a certain point White Dog had jerked her head up and insisted that she had to get back to the car. She took off at full speed leaving the others in the dust...err...mud. Now that she was here White Dog seemed to have no immediate crisis or urgency by instead walked all over the car seat leaving mud and sandy grit and then stretched across her masterwork to relax.
Fully 10 minutes later, Gregg and Dragon showed up trotting briskly and Dragon looked as muddy as his mentor. He grabbed a long drink of water. A little after that, Candace and Quinn power walked up to the car. They were fresh and invigorated. TOWD had a bit of mud on his paws but otherwise he and Candace looked like they had enjoyed a lovely bit of exercise. He hopped onto the back seat floor and immediately got comfortable. All six canine eyes turned as one to peer at the humans and ask, "Breakfast anyone?"