The local adage that summer in Seattle never starts until after the 4th of July was certainly the case this year, as Heather was still wearing her quilted silver vest well into the month. When the heat finally arrived, though, I didn’t like it one bit. Whenever we walked, whether in the park or in our neighborhood streets, I made a beeline for the shade. And flopped.
Chillaxin’
And if I could find a lush, cushiony lawn to flop on, all the better. I flopped again.
Lawn flop.
And when we were walking to the post office last week, I flopped several times.
The flopmeister!
That’s a long walk, especially when it’s hot outside. If this long, hot summer sticks around through September, there will be a lot of flop in my future. At least the humidity is low, or so I was promised.
Diary of a Wiener Dog 
WOW Chloe – Your are practiced. It appears your flop form and technique rate a score of 10/10 meriting an award of a Gold medal! Cheers, lc
It was so hot here, I saw a dog chasing a cat… and they were both walking