We’re having a heatwave in Pennsylvania right now. Which means that Trooper and I (and the kitties) can be found trotting around the farm with our tongues hanging out….it’s that hot!

It’s so hot in fact, that our wrestling/play matches have mellowed greatly. Normally Trooper would give me this look and I’d make a B-line for his ankles – you know, to take him down for giving me dirty looks.

Instead I’ve had to resort to name calling, because wrestling in this heat just isn’t going to happen. Nana-a-boo-boo, stick you’re head in doo-doo!

P.S. a word to the wise, don’t resort to name calling unless you are fast as lightning like me – or it could end very very badly.