Louis is still suffering in our English summer but he cannot resist some playtime whatever the temperature. I like to wind Louis up until he decides it’s time to stop playing fairly.
This is Louis just at that very moment before he decides enough is enough.
I still have all my fingers but the barks he gives to signify battle will soon be joined leaves my eardrums ringing.
This is the aftermath:-
I know the bark is coming – it’s just one – but it still makes me jump after all these years.