Oh yeah, the little felon trotted along too.
Apparently, the hike briefly stemmed his “exuberance” and the alleged “toy agression,” such that he didn’t push any of the dogs off the mountain.
When we were nearing the end of the hike, Harry, who had been stopping frequently to rest, suddenly took off sprinting down the trail out of sight.
Oh, no, now what! Was he chasing a deer? Or worse, a bear? Was he eating wild animal poop?
When I was finally able to coax the chillin’ felon out of the creek, we all hit the Boulder Farmer’s market. Check out a picture of it here, where Bon Appetit magazine named Boulder the 2010 Foodiest Town in the U.S.
Mountain air, sweat, good friends, beautiful flowers and a happy dog were all The Zadge needed to banish her blues for the day!