Ice, Ice Baby

We have a problem with our ice maker.  It's not

a mechanical problem, it is a problem with its

mere existence...  according to Mia the Wonder

dog that is.  She hates the ice maker.  For years,

we bought bags of ice so we could disengage the 

ice maker so it wouldn't bother Mia.

That is until this summer and my discovery of

iced coffee.  You see, up until this summer I 

had never had coffee, the smell just didn't 

appeal to me ~ at all.  

In May Wonderful and I were at International

Quilt Market in Pittsburgh.  We had worked all 

day in our booth, taken the booth apart and 

packed the car and were heading West for a 

six hour drive home.  Wonderful said he needed

some coffee so he pulled into a fast food place and

decided to get an iced coffee since we were so hot

from packing the car.  He had them put some 

flavoring in the coffee and it smelled delicious!

I took a sip and I was hooked.

So a few times this summer I drove through the 

fast food place and got the iced coffee and loved

it.  But, my family had to be honest with me, I

had a problem.  Did I mention that I have been

caffeine free for over a decade (except for any

caffeine that is found in chocolate)?  Yeah, it seems

caffeine just is not good for me.  I start talking a

mile a minute, I start coming up with all these

fabulous plans and my family just looks at me

like, "who is she"?

So now I make my own decaf coffee and pour 

it over ice and add a flavored creamer and it's

really good.  

Except for the ice...

We have started using the ice maker again 

because we are going through a lot of ice.

And that is no bueno for my puppy dog. 

I try to get her outside when I'm getting 

ice out of the bin so she can't hear it.  Or 

I'll very quietly put in piece by piece into 

the glass but she knows...  can she smell 

it?  But the worst part is when the ice 

maker decides it needs to add more ice 

to the bin.  When the ice falls in, Mia 

freezes and then looks at us and

then skulks away, looking something 

like this.  She heads upstairs and hides behind 

the bed.  We call the noise "Ghostie" because 

that is what we imagine she must think, that

there is a little ghost inside the freezer, throwing

ice cubes around.  

Poor Puppy.

And don't even ask about windy days that may

make the curtains move or thunderstorms.