[iheartyorkies]

I had just fixed a batch of pancakes, well, frozen pancakes, but hey they're as good as the ones I'd make! And a pot of coffee and was gonna sit and read through some YT posts and Turbo was whining and fretting so much that I was forced to leave my breakfast! Imagine! Well, the little guy loves ice cubes. He will beg and paw at the frige door so I'll get him one. So I had given him a couple. One of the funnest things that Bo loves about ice cubes is that they are so easy to toss around. He always flings one all over the room before settling down to enjoy it. He kept pawing at the baby gate that we've put up to keep him out of our bedrooms. I walked past a couple of times and said "No Turbo!", not having any idea why he wanted to get back to the bedrooms. Well, the third time I got up, I opened the gate and let him go in and there it was...his ice cube. He had flung the ice cube right through the gate. He ran right in and pounced on it. Never a dull moment!