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.]
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