You might think that a treat, which is made with chicken or beef or veggies of some sort would be much more appealing. But no. Not for this pup.
Don’t get me wrong; Riley practically jumps out of his fur when it’s treat time. He loves to smell them (even though, I think they stink), and he loves to grab one from you, run into another room, and begin to chomp away.
Yet my crazy little dog exhibits the same joy and happiness when he gets an ice cube. Heck, he will even leave his bowl of food alone if he hears one of us opening the freezer.
I know; I think it’s weird too…
It’s also as cute as can be.
Once Riley realized that we got him ice cubes from the freezer (and let me point out that our freezer is on the bottom of the fridge), he decided that he needed to have his little fuzzy face right there anytime we were reaching into it.
So, if I open the freezer to get out some veggies for dinner—BAM, there’s Riley, sticking his face into the billowing cold.
Riley can be sound asleep, completely dead to the world, but if one of us opens the freezer drawer, he comes zipping right up just in time to get his face into the freezer before we can close it. He can go from completely asleep to “Oh My God, There’s Ice!” in about three seconds.
The little fuzzy face is also the Einstein of the dog world, as he has figured out that my husband takes those blue freezer cold packs in his lunch to keep it cool. Each day, when my husband comes home from work, he stops in the kitchen and takes the freezer packs out of his lunch box and puts them back in the freezer.
All Riley has to do is hear the zipper—yes, the ZIPPER—on the lunch container, and he bounds into the kitchen and runs right over to the freezer. Sometimes, he even beats my husband to the drawer.
If he could speak, he’d be saying, “Ice cubes! It’s time for an ice cube!!!”
Thank goodness he can’t talk…