The heat hits her first, and she slows down instantly — tongue out, searching for shade, eyes looking at me like, “Really? We’re doing this?” She has a whole summer routine, and she sticks to it with diva-level commitment.
She’ll find the coolest spot, drop dramatically, and refuse to move until the weather apologizes. Even her walks become slow-motion events, full of sighs and side-eye.
But the moment she gets water or a little breeze, she perks up again, showing her playful side. Hot days turn her into a drama queen, but an adorable one.





