Walking in the Park

The weekend wasn't ALL renovation (thank God, I say.)  Sunday morning, I woke up and decided that this was the day that I was going to take Argos to Frick Park, which boasts a fenced in off-leash area.  (This is a somewhat new development, I believe.  Last year everyone kept telling us that it was only fenced on three sides, which is worthless with a sighthound.)

It didn't disappoint!  You do have to walk on the main trail for a bit before you get to it, which means that some dogs (those without stamina, like Mr. Argos, for example) are tired before you even get to the part where you're allowed to take off the leash.

Another view of the park...  Pennsylvania forests are so pretty.  Here I used to think that it was nothing but coal and steel...

The off-leash area itself isn't quite as scenic,  but that's probably because it is beaten down by dogs running across it constantly.

As it turns out, dog owners in Pittsburgh are slackers (just kidding) because at 8:00 Sunday morning, we were the ONLY ones there.  Though I did start to see more being brought in as we were leaving.  I think Argos was a little weirded out by being alone there. He was much more clingy than he usually is when he realized that he can run.

Argos ran the fenceline, and then seemed like he was tired, so I decided that it was time to go.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the cats were exercising too... really, they were.

Romeo decided to sleep on his side for awhile...

And then on his back...

Meanwhile, Charlotte claimed the guest bed.

While Annie engaged in good grooming habits...

And Bit dozed on the stairs.  

They seemed so puzzled when they saw that Argos and I were up and active!  What manner of strange demented creature would want to do that?