It was hot when Iggy and I ran this morning. We had to stop a couple of times and relax in the shade at the edge of the field. While Iggy panted like her lungs might pop out at any moment, I took the opportunity to snap a photo.

Iggy doesn’t get much attention these days, given her position in the pecking order (soon to drop even further), but she is a good girl whose sleek purplegray fur happens to contrast so nicely with those golden grasses on Truslow Farm Road.