Ice Vapours

HoneyBelle loves her ice cubes. She will run anyone over when she hears the freezer door open, and do a sit pretty at your feet, waiting for her cube. My sister was unfamiliar with this routine and was squalled at by HoneyBelle when she shut the door and sat down. "Oh dear-what did I do to her?!" You did not give her the cube. Now.

Yesterday was a rough day for me, problem jobs at work, bad doctor results, traffic. I was beaten by the time I made it home. I made a fresh iced tea, and gave my baby her ice cube. Instead of running off with it, she sat there and looked at me with the ice cube in the front of her mouth, breathing. She literally had ice steam curling out of her lips and around her nose. Her nose steamed up. My miserable day disappeared and I laughed until I had tears running. It is impossible to be depressed when you share your life with a basset.