Gonta

It was really hot today. I went to my father's home after I had lunch at my favorite cafe. I did the housework and I cooked food for Gonta as usual. Then I walked him in the evening. He was wilting from the heat. So instead of playing with him, I stroked his head and his body again and again. He showed me his stomach, so I stroked it, too. He seemed to be happy and sleepy.