I used to complain about our dogs trying to crawl into the old refrigerator when I opened the door.  It was a constant contest to see if I could get things out without the dogs getting in.

     Our present refrigerator has the freezer on the bottom.  It’s actually a great idea when you have dogs, except if you’ve introduced them to the joys of crunching ice cubes.  Now I can’t open my freezer without paying a fee. 

     They know there are ice cubes in there and they want them.  They will ignore dog cookies in favor of ice cubes.  Well, at least they will until they finish crunching the ice.

     Gavin will pick his up, take it over to the rug in front of the sink, and work on it there.  Patty, little miss dainty, will chew hers where you drop it.  Gavin crunches his quicker, and always checks to see if Patty has dropped any chips, he can help himself to, she’s getting faster at eating hers and not leaving anything for him.

     It would be easier if we had a working icemaker instead of ice cube trays but DH never installed it.  It’s still in the box.  When we bought the refrigerator, it didn’t have an icemaker and they were going to charge us sixty bucks to install it later.  I should’ve paid them the sixty bucks and not listened to DH when he said he could do it.  This reminds me, I’d better go fill the ice cube trays.