Ice Season has started

We figured out (the second summer we had Tug) that ice is the best thing for cooking him off and hydrating him. A quick wipe of the paws with a cold, wet towel cools him off (as does a bath) but if he drinks water too quickly he'll throw it back up. Ice, however, he'll lick til it's small enough to crunch on. We take it in the car since he won't drink water in a moving vehicle but he'll lick ice.

So, my handy, dandy super-mega-mart came through with a cheap ice shaver for snow cones. YUM! Best part is the new way to eat ice has Tug curious. I'll make a bowl full and put flavored syrup on it but, being a grown adult and not 10 years old anymore, I don't saturate it. This means the middle of the bowl is still plain ice. So, as I eat my snow cone, Tug sits and waits. About halfway through I'll put a teaspoon full of clean ice on the rug and he licks it all up. He looks around afterwards, licking his chops, and waits to see if there's going to be any more...

Tug is 3

Tuggums turned 3 on Tuesday and I totally forgot about it (work is a little distracting). He'll have been with us three years at the end of June. We didn't make a big deal out of it but my sister did bring him a new toy. It lasted 20 seconds in it's original form but he's still playing with it in the mutated shape.

Mama and I finally voiced to my sister the fear of what would happen to him if someone else had to take over (like we got hit by a bus or something). No one would ever understand the "bullying" at 9:3opm or 10pm at night means he's ready to go to bed. No one would ever understand the sitting patiently at our feet and staring hard at us is terrier telepathy for "get up and get my treat!" No one would ever understand when the sitting or standing by the door and repeatedly looking at you over his shoulder isn't just a "let's go outside" but "let's go outside so I can eat that plant that makes me throw up because I have an upset stomach."

Poor baby!

He's so lucky to have us.