Ice cubes and Ice Cweam

Blessed is the day I had my first ice cweam. I knew I was hooked for life when I took the very first lick. All thanks to my doggy doctor, I despise him, but I will forgive all his sins just for introducing me to ice cweam. I had a bad tummy and he said ice cweam soothes the tummy but only vanilla flavour , no other.
Daddy bought a cup of ice cweam for me. It smelled so beautiful and when I took my first lick, it was so cold, I loved it. I am crazy about ice cweam and can have ice cweam for bweakfast lunch and dinner. I never liked any other flavour, only vanilla. Everytime the ice cweam man goes ringing the bell, I bark and bark asking him to stop, but he thinks I am shooing him away and he rides his bicycle faster and peddles away. But when mommy and daddy are around they make him stop and they buy ice cweam for me.

I also love ice cubes , they are fun to play with. Mummy sometimes gives me a cube and I put it on the floor and chase it when it tries to slip away, and then I hold it in my mouth enjoying the coldness and I let it melt in my mouth slowly.

Daddy says I belong to the colder parts of the world that is why I enjoy cold things. I live in a place that is hot and humid round the year, and I actually feel lucky because if I were to live in cold regions like the Tundra (sissy told me its freezing cold there and I might get lost in the snow because my fur is whiter than snow), I wouldnt get access to ice cweam, people there prefer hot things. So... thanking my stars and my doggy doctor for ice cweam. And ice cubes.