Within minutes of turning loose, the pack was in the groove. They settled into a smooth, hard running pack within minutes. Chases were fast without a lot of breakdowns. All the dogs were getting checks. Different dogs were getting some front.
This was the 8th day out of the last nine to run this bunch of dogs. There was no interference from pups trying to find their way or figure out where they fit. There was no distraction from barking off, backtracking, or trashing dogs.
Jeff Allen and I were running at our favorite clearcut. It was a beautiful night with plenty of rabbits. The running was awesome. But really it was no surprise. In the last week, all the dogs had all the running and more that they could ever want. And it's really no great shock when they can run, it's expected.
When dogs get a lot of running, they get into a routine. They know each other. All foolishness is long gone. It's all good. And that is what best describes tonight. The pack was groovin. Or, as explained in Merriam Webster dictionary: grooving--a state in which you are able to do something well and easily especially because you are doing it often.
I ran Butcher, Chip, Gypsy, Kurly, and Ob. Jeff ran Wes and Flame. It was 28° with a ten mph wind and partly cloudy.