Too Clever For Our Own Good

I needed to make a Goodwill run and drop off some clothes and just past there is a fast food place with exceptional root beer and I haven't had a good root beer in quite a while...

I gave Mama a quick "heads up" and she gets dressed and "dresses" the boy (collar/tags & harness/leash). We all head out in my truck for what's a short errand but still counts as an outing for Tug (also probably why he's more excited when my sister drives...). The drive thru line was long so I parked and went in for our two root beers and a cup of ice. They give these short, fat cups for ice so as Mama and I start sucking down root beer I put the ice in a cup holder Tug can reach. The clever boy just starts licking away and suddenly I realize "uh, oh, I've just given him permission to stick his nose into any drinking cup." I'm almost as clever, though, so I don't point this out to Mama. He did enjoy it.

Cut to later that evening. Tug is in my lap in my "barker lounger" as my boss refers to our recliners- she knows Tug thinks they belong to him. He's been a bit fiesty so I pinned him against my side and rocked while rubbing his tummy. He calms down but gets overheated and is panting a little. Mama decides to get him some ice and, has we only have the big cube kind instead of the nice chipped or shaved ice, she brings it to him in his food bowl and plops it down on my lap. Mama's pretty clever so I'm thinking she's realized the whole "drinking cup=mine" theory he's likely developed from the incident in the truck earlier. Anyway, Tug enjoys licking the ice while seated in my lap, I enjoy not having melting ice all over me as usually happens and Mama enjoys sitting all alone in her barker lounger. Three happy souls!