Mama Jo: Jemima LOVES ice. I don’t know why. I’ve never heard of a dog who can hear the crack of the ice tray, from ANYWHERE in the house, and come running. She patiently waits for me (or any one of the Incredibles) to toss her an ice cube. She picks it up, goes and lays down on the carpet, and then completely enjoys her frosty cold treat. Crunch, crunch, crunch. It’s not like it has any flavor! I don’t understand it, but I always give her an ice cube treat. Or two.
Jemima: Hey, I don’t question why you like CHOCOLATE. Don’t knock the ice.
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