My ice obsession

I am obsessed with eating ice. I am so obsessed that I told my story separately to Mom and Dad so we’d get two blog entries. Looks as if my trick worked, didn’t it?

This time of year there is lots of ice in my back yard and on the streets where we walk. I will eat ice until my whole body quivers and my teeth chatter. Then I come into the house and act really hyper, digging up blankets and tossing couch cushions around the living room. Mom thinks maybe my brain gets frozen, kind of like an "ice cream headache," not that I would know what that is since I never get ice cream.

It takes a long time until I stop shivering, but then I want to go back outside to eat more ice. This drives Mom nuts. She doesn’t mind if I eat ice if it’s a weekend and she’ll be at home, but she yells at me if I eat ice in the morning before she goes to work or if it’s getting towards bedtime. She says something about how I’ll have to go potty, but I don’t really get the connection. I mean, ice is hard and solid—-not liquid like water. How could ice make me go potty?

The next best thing to ice is snow. It’s not as crunchy and satisfying as ice, but it’s okay for a change—-it’s kind of like "ice lite." Also, I like to roll in snow. Mom doesn’t mind that at all. She says that makes me clean, and everybody likes a clean dog.

Another thing about ice is that you can walk on it. Mom takes me to the lake by campus where I go swimming in the summer. But in the winter, they take away the lake and put a big piece of ice in its place. I haven’t been able to eat that big, lake-size piece of ice, but I do enjoy running on it.

There are all these guys who think there are fish underneath the ice. They sit out in the cold all day waiting for the fish to bite onto the string they put into the ice. Why would a fish want to be smooshed under the big piece of ice? I’m glad Mom just wants to walk and not sit there with a pole and string waiting for fish. /psm

Eating snow

Let me in! Let me in! I've got this great thing to show you, Mom! This is the tastiest treat ever. I'm going to go right over to my favorite spot and enjoy this prize. Boy, this is best stuff around. And it has no calories, so you can eat all you want! I can't believe they give it away.

Well, I made sh-sh-sh-short work of that. Now what? I think I'll just g-g-go over to the kitchen and sit. No, I'll j-j-jump up on the dog couch. No, th-th-that's not right. I'll scamper over to the dog pads and make myself comfortable. Can't do that. Let's g-g-g-et up on the people couch and make a nest. Put this blanket here, this p-p-pillow here. No, the blanket should go this way. No, the other way.

M-m-mom, how come my body is shuddering like this? And why are my t-t-teeth knocking against each other? I'm not sure I like this. Can you help me? Thanks for hugging me. And I n-n-need those blankets. This is awful. I hope I never feel like this again.

[5 minutes later.]
Mom, can I go outside? I really need to get out. Why? Because I have to, uhhh, go potty. Yeah, that's right, go potty. Yes, I know I just went potty 10 minutes ago, but a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. What, you don't believe me? Eat snow? Now, why would a dog do a silly thing like eating snow? Trust me, Mom. Oh, boy, here I go!

[5 more minutes later]

L-l-let me in! L-l-let me in!