Day 341 - dog be up

Monday is especially bad when it falls on a Tuesday.  Here's a shot to show that my presentation skills are as bad as The Tipsy Baker's --

No deviled eggs for dogs.  Due to mozarella cheese or some other factor, my Izzy is coming out of her corner regularly now.  But she's still not eating her supper--tonight, after she picked out the bits of meat and knocked all the dry kibble out of the dish, she came to visit me.  Yay!  And quit eating.  Boo.

I spooked a lovely big hawk out of the trees today, on my jog.  It looked like a red-tailed hawk, but it was hiding at the edge of a wooded lot like a red-shouldered hawk would.  So I dunno.

[jogging: the turn + 3 telephone poles = Hard.]