Lightning so close there was a frog's hair gap between flash and bang. The kind of lightning storm that makes you late for work, because to dash a hundred feet to the truck in THAT, would be suicidal and dieing in the name of promptness is a stupid way to go.
It rained too ... YES, YES, OHHHHH YEESSSSSSSS!
... we really like rain here.
Lots and lots of rain ... the bucket o'meter of hydrological science reported about 6+ inches.
When the storms passed and the rain stopped, we went out to find ...
... a pond puddle! We weren't the first to find it. The spadefoot toads were already amphibicuddling up in it by the time we walked down there. (that's an upcoming post)
Bear had his usual reaction to dihydrogen monoxide. Almost immediately, upon contact with the strange liquid, he exploded.
Talk about your coiled springs ... can you sense the power in that photo above?
There was some traditional stick fetching, but mostly he zoomed around and around the elongated bowl of the pond excavation, being sure to dash through the water on every lap.
We just stood by in awe, laughing, and happy to be circumnavigated by such joyous energy as he flew past us again and again.