Moonrise two nights ago:

Sunrise the next morning:

Ashley emphasizing the importance of weighted carries for optimizing overall fitness. 🐕 🏋️ #dogsofmastodon

I forgot to bring my phone on one of my walks, so those steps only got counted twice and not three times!!! I am bereft.



Chewing on a pant cuff is something

Most days I walk the dog right at the end of cocktail hour, which this time of the year is right at sunset.

Sunny Groundhog’s Day morning. However: Near South Arboretum Woods, Ashley suddenly became so animated I brought the car to a stop. I looked where she was looking, and spotted a juvenile groundhog, bravely standing over his shadow.
I submit we can look forward to an early spring.
Ashley’s place in the sun is very narrow, but she’s found it.

Most of the time—unless I need to go somewhere in particular—I let Ashley pick where we go on a walk. Today, instead of wanting to check all the things, Ashley wanted to head to, and then cross, the busy street.

By then I’d figured it out: She was leading me back to where yesterday she spent the morning at puppy daycare.
Sadly, it only happens twice a month. Happily, Ashley has been signed up for the next one.
Fjord trout with a honey-ginger-mustard glaze, served with mixed peppers and onion and rice.

Some years ago I shared this image in my post depredated bird. I see such configurations of feathers pretty often around here—the remains of a bird killed probably by a cat or hawk, or possibly a fox or coyote.
So I was somewhat daunted when I saw this configuration of sequins on the grass just outside my front door.

Does that not look dauntingly like the remains of a depredated party girl?
It makes me worry just a bit about about what the predator was.