Belle's mama (my daughter) has been recuperating from an illness, so ole Gramps here has been assigned the dog-sitting job. For two days I walked her three times a day on a non-restrictive leash, but wanted to give her some real exercise and so took her to a nearby fenced ballpark which fortunately was not in use late on this Saturday afternoon.

After romping like grazy on the grass and the fine dust of the infield, Belle finally saw friend Riezi appear, and together they worked up a real sweat. It was not sweat, but rather Riezi's saliva that combined with the infield dirt to give Belle the look of a street urchin.