rDay Eight-Hundred-Forty-Four

Late afternoon stroll, pretty hot, could be worse.  A note about the final two images:  At one juncture, I found myself being pursued by a barking, seemingly fierce animal just slightly smaller than Charlie, then to have him abruptly be diverted by a telephone pole, just a couple of feet behind me.  Thereafter he was innocuous and and returned to the care of his owner who had been chasing him for about half a block.