Practically since the day I came to live with my Mom and Dad, I have LOVED ice! Every time I hear an ice cube drop on the kitchen floor, I go running to get it! Sometimes, The folks just give one cube to me. When I am outside, Dad will sometimes break it up for me, so I can eat it better. Once in awhile, I will just leave the ice cube someplace and forget about it. Twice, I left it in Dad's chair, and he sat on it BOL!
Lovies, Miss Mindy