It started out so badly.
Got both of the dogs out of the car near the Water Board. We were going to Foster Island, where Frankie could run off-leash. It's an Island!
Then Frankie not only did the unthinkable, but also the unimaginable. Literally. I still can't image how he caught the retractable leash inside the gasket of the rear driver-side backup light. I could not detach the darned thing, and we couldn't go to the island.
I left it hanging from the backup light, threw the dogs back into the car, and we went down to the Grove Street fishing access site. A very cold, frosty morning: the place was ours alone.
Frankie and Ellie went off -leash. Ran like hell all over the peninsular that juts under the Walnut Street Bridge, leaving me to take pictures of them.
All told a very satisfactory trip to the Chemung River, with two fairly obediant dogs.