I'm not sure what we'll do come summer. I expect to make snow cone snow (shave ice) for Marley at least once in a while. Now, every time Tom puts on outdoor gear (rain & wind pants over his jeans, heavy boots, and so on) Marley goes nuts, just knowing he's going to get shovel fulls of snow in his face. Or at least snowballs chucked out into the yard. He is a snow fanatic. He leaps up to catch it. He lets it hit him and disintegrate. He sniffs & digs for the lost snowballs.
The down side to making "snow" for him will be that once we do it the first time he'll expect us to do it again the same time the next day. And the next ... and the next ... and ...
Looks like Charlotte has decided to do what it takes to keep living with us. This morning I found 3 pee lumps and a poo lump in the box. We're checking & scooping the box just about every time we go into the bathroom. We're feeding her most any time she asks but each time she gets less than half of a scoop instead of a whole scoop (scoop being 1/4 cup). We figure if we try to keep her happy she'll keep using the box.
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