Yipping and Flipping

It was a bright, bright, sunshiny day, especially for November 15th, and Eric was soaking up the rays on our deck. I began to administer a belly-rub, so he rolled over, and as he did so, he started yipping, then escaped down the hill. I didn't realize a belly-rub could be so cruel!

It turns out that as he flipped over, he saw a hawk overhead and bolted after it like a filly out of the starting gate, barking his head off (Eric, not the filly).