They Don't Call it Hotlanta for Nothing!

That's right! It was 75 and beautiful in Atlanta today. Actually it was nice all weekend. Chad, Lucy, and I made the best of it.

Yesterday, we hiked along the Chattahoochee River, which is just north of the city.

Today we went to Piedmont Park's doggie area, which is huge. Lucy, the old girl, liked sniffing butts and pee spots, but generally preferred to hang with her daddies rather than play with the 50-60 dogs frolicking about park. Overly dependent? Maybe a little. Cute? Definitely!

Actually, I shouldn't be talking smack about Doodie. Chad and I weren't much better. We had one brief interaction the entire time, even though there were dozens of dog people surrounding us. A gay boy couple with their own anti-social dog sat about 10 feet from us and we had a brief conversation about our dogs' ages. To be honest, the first thing that went through my head when they sat down, in a bitchy tone nonetheless, was "Do you really need to sit that close when there is all that open space to park your asses?" It was my territorial growl, if you will.

Despite our family's lack of social skills, we had a great time at the park.

After the doggie park, we went to an outdoor farmer's market close to our house. It's a sprawling industrial parking lot-like area with 60-80 covered loading docks where local farmers/growers sell there produce and other goods. We bought two big bags of fruits and veggies at the different vendors, which in total was only $14. Nice.