Argos Rules…Basset Hounds Drool

Argos and I went back to Reston this morning…after being there for the concert last night.  I was going to walk Argos around a pond that Tuffy used to like to visit…but all the parking was full, so we ended up driving over to the town center once again for our morning walk.  We quickly discovered that the parking was full because there was a bike race that started at the town center, but we never saw any bikers, just a few spectators having coffee at the tables around the fountain waiting for the racers.

The town center is a special place for dogs the morning after a concert.  First Argos found a waffle cone — ice cream gone, just the cone — which someone had dropped in an area with tall grass.   I was quick enough to extricate that from his mouth.   And there was lots of other miscellaneous food garbage — it gave us a chance to work on the command “Leave it” which Argos actually obeys most of the time.

We met some women who were having coffee around the fountain…they were bedazzled by Argos’ cuteness.  They thought his name should be “Hoover” since he was patrolling the town center looking to “vacuum” up any food in the plaza.  

We also met a basset hound puppy.  I think the owner said he was 11 months old.  He must have been 60 to 70 lbs — a seriously large puppy.    But he wanted to play with Argos — and Argos was jumping all over him.    Argos is quite agile — and has longer legs — so he really had the upper hand in this encounter.   But I think at the end of the day, the basset hound had the final say, since I noticed basset hound drool all over Argos’ head and spent a few moments wiping it up with a napkin.   Yecch.