Sweet boy

Okay, we always call him sweetheart, sweet boy, sugar lump and the like but it's finally come true. Last week Mama was dishing up the last ice cream from the container and left it in the sink. When she went to throw it away the melted remains spilled out. The good news: so much of it go splashed on Tug it didn't really mess up the kitchen floor! The bad news: Tug had had a bath earlier that evening. We wiped him off with wet paper towels and continued on to bed. In the morning, Mama was letting him out of his crate to give him his "good morning" petting- and his ears were stiff from ice cream residue!! (If you've seen his photos you know he has floppy ears.) Guess who got a "good morning" bath, instead?