Kick It Right, Then Kick It Left, Then We Shake, Shake, Shake

Barley, a dog, wiggles enthusiastically on some cool green grass.

Barley, a dog, continues to wiggle, now kicking in the opposite direction.

Barley, a dog, shakes it off, sending waves down the length of her leash.

In many ways, this has been a Summer of Wiggles for Barley. Never has she wiggled so vigorously, or in so various a set of places. Beyond merely trying to cool off by shedding some heat into a shady patch of grass, as she is doing in this instance, it seems that she has only this year mastered the subtle art of giving herself scritches through tactical wiggling.