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28/10/2025

This summer, I lost Thunder.

For months, I couldn’t look at these packs without feeling his absence. So I did what I always do when life gets heavy: I wrote.

The memoir is done now—Thunder’s story, our 32 countries together, the lessons he taught me about adventure, loyalty, and living fully. It’s with agents, and I’m hopeful it’ll find a home.

But writing the book reminded me why I started DOGPAK in the first place.

**Thunder would want more dogs out there carrying his legacy on the trail.**

And with autumn settling in and the holidays around the corner, it feels like the right time to make that happen.

**For the next 6 days, the Moab Lite is 30% off.** CHF 69 (normally CHF 99). Use code **THUNDER30** at checkout.

Why? Because I’m making space—mentally, physically, and literally—for what’s next. New colors. New products. New ways to help you and your dog go further together.

But first, I need to move these packs. And honestly? I want more dogs wearing DOGPAK on trails around the world. That’s the best way to honor Thunder.

This isn’t a going-out-of-business sale. This is a “making space for what’s next” sale.

If you’ve been on the fence—or if you know someone whose dog deserves an upgrade—now’s the time.

**What’s your dog’s favorite trail? Drop a comment below. 👇**

Link in bio. Ends Sunday, November 2 at 11:30pm.

To more adventures,
Devin
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27/10/2025

Thunder died in June. So I went to the Sahara looking for him.

Not literally—but I needed to find that rhythm again. That feeling of moving through the world the way he taught me: present, curious, unafraid.

We’d traveled 32 countries together. Every border, every night under the stars, every trail—he was showing me what it meant to be fully alive.

For four days I searched those desert cliffs for the perfect exit to name after him. And I pushed too hard. Bargained with the desert. Forced it.

Then on a ledge in the late afternoon sun, I heard his voice: You know better than this.

So I let go.

The next morning—our last day—we got lost and found something else instead. A clean drop. Perfect stone. Open sky.

The Thunder Run.

It didn’t happen because I forced it. It happened because I trusted the process. Because I moved the way he taught me.

We don’t lose our dogs when they die. We lose them when we stop moving the way they taught us to.

Here’s to Thunder. And here’s to every dog who makes us braver, wiser, and more present than we’d ever be without them. 🐕

The trail is still there, waiting.

🌈

26/09/2025

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Product: DOGPAK Moab Lite Size M

It’s finally autumn season! You need your hands free for a basket to go mushroom hunting with your best friend? The Moab Lite Daypak might be what you need! Store trail bags and treats comfortably in the slim fitting DOGPAK Moab Lite, which not only ensures your pup can run unhindered through brush, but also means you can clip your dog quickly with the standing D-Ring whenever needed, whilst he carries his own belongings and you are able to forage in the forest and enjoy autumn together as a team.

We are DogPak, a family owned business based in Switzerland that designs and creates high-quality outdoor gear for

30/08/2025

16 years life and adventure with Thunder. 32 countries, countless stories. Thunder saved my life. Now it’s time for me to celebrate his. Thunder’s story needs to be told. So I wrote the book! A Promise to Thunder…

Follow the project at promisetothunder.dogpak.com

27/08/2025

What is it to love so deeply? I don’t know how to answer that—except to say that I have. That I did. And I am the better for it.
As I stumbled through the early days of his disappearance, I noticed how grief rearranged my inner architecture. I was capable of stoicism and collapse, sometimes within the same breath. I compartmentalized what I could and surrendered to what I couldn’t. One moment I’d be calm and collected, the next—gutted and gasping. I expect I’ll continue oscillating like that for a while.

But when the sadness swelled, I tried not to think about the years we lost. I tried to remember the ones I had with ol’ Thunder. Because the truth is, we shared nearly sixteen years together. And during those years, we did everything. Rode motorcycles across continents. Slept under stars on foreign soil. Swam in rivers no map had names for. He’d been with me through heartbreak, through euphoria, through madness, through healing. He wasn’t just my dog. He was my shadow. My anchor. My witness. He was a piece of my soul and I recognized that truth from the moment we met.

Read my full tribute on The Blog at dogpak.com

08/04/2025

The locals here have a saying:
Spring doesn’t arrive all at once in the Alps.
It climbs. 
You see it first in the valley:
The way the river
shifts from winter whispers
to spring songs. 
Then it creeps up the slopes,
painting the meadows one wildflower at a time,
while snow still crowns the peaks like an old king
refusing to surrender his throne.
Our dogs understand it.
They know the secret of mountain seasons and embrace it:

There’s no rush.
No hard lines between
winter and spring.

Just this gentle dance
of snow and flowers,
of endings and beginnings.

Maybe that’s why I love
these in-between days the most.
When winter’s still holding on up high,
but spring’s sending scouts:

These brave little daisies,
these determined yellow blooms,
these purple pioneers begin
claiming new ground
one petal at a time.

20/03/2025

Thunder’s gettin’ older…

Fifteen years of partnership.
Thirty-two countries.
Countless summits.
Two transcontinental motorcycle rallies.
One unbreakable bond.

They say time moves differently
in the mountains.
Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice
the grey creeping in,
the slightly slower morning stretches,
the longer naps between adventures.

But here’s the thing about mountain dogs:
They don’t count the years.
They count the moments.
The trails taken.
The peaks climbed.
The wild places explored.

Thunder’s taught me something
about growing older:
It’s not about slowing down.
It’s about moving with purpose.
Finding joy in the quiet moments
between the grand adventures.

These days,
he takes his time on the morning trails,
stops to smell every Alpine flower,
watches sunrise paint the Eiger
with the patience of an old soul
who knows life’s best moments
can’t be rushed.

And maybe that’s the real adventure:
Learning to age like a mountain dog,
with grace,
with dignity,
still chasing dreams,
just at our own perfect pace.

12/03/2025

There’s something sacred
about two wheels and four paws.
A kind of meditation in motion.

Between the Alps and the Andes,
across European borders
and South American backroads,
we found our rhythm.

Some people don’t understand it:
‘A dog? On a motorcycle?’
But they miss the deeper truth.

It’s never been about the miles.
Or the machinery.
Or even the mountains.

It’s about that perfect moment
when the world shrinks
to just this:
The purr of the engine
The wind in our faces
The quiet understanding
that home isn’t a place.

Home is wherever we are together,
leaning into corners,
reading each other’s signals,
finding our way
through this wild life
we’ve chosen.

Fifteen years later,
thousands of miles behind us,
Thunder still gets that same look
when he hears the bike start up:

That quiet joy that says
‘Wherever we’re going,
we’re going together.’

And maybe that’s the real gift
of adventuring with dogs:
They remind us that the journey
is always more important
than the destination.

11/03/2025

15 years.
32 countries.
Countless adventures.
One unbreakable bond.

People often ask how Thunder and I
became such a solid team.
Truth is, it wasn’t the big moments.
Not the search and rescue missions.
Not the transcontinental motorcycle rallies.
Not even those harrowing mountain rescues.

It was the small stuff:
The 3AM gear testing sessions
when everyone else was sleeping.
The quiet moments between jumps
when he’d rest his head on my pack,
completely unfazed by the height.
The long drives across borders
with nothing but hope and his steady presence.

They say time reveals everything.
Fifteen years later,
after every crazy adventure,
every wild scheme,
every ‘what are we doing?’ moment,
he’s still here.
Still watching.
Still believing in whatever comes next.

From BASE exits to business meetings,
Thunder’s been my constant.
My reality check.
My ‘get tough’ reminder.
My ‘slow down and notice the small things’ guru.

Some people never find their perfect partner.
I just got lucky:
Mine came with four paws
and an uncanny ability to know
exactly what I need
before I know it myself.

09/03/2025

Ever seen a dog climb a tree?

Meet Palta & Tango, our adventure duo tearing it up in the snow-covered peaks of Wengen. 🐾❄️

They’re not just fetching sticks—they’re retrieving them from TREES. Yes, trees.

Both rocking the Moab Lite Dog Backpack, because even the best climbers need the right gear. Lightweight, tough as hell, and built for moments like these.

Who’s ready to hit the mountains with their K9 partner? 🏔️

07/03/2025

Theseus doesn’t hike.

He conquers.

With his Moab Lite backpack strapped tight, he's geared up for whatever this misty trail throws his way. Snow? Mud? Adventure? Bring it.

Because when you're built for the outdoors, every step is a story. And every story deserves the best gear.

Where's your next trail taking you?

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