Oh, K'cee - your drooly one reminds me of a story my dad tells. When his cousin Peter was little, they would all go to Dresser Hill - the dairy farm and ice cream stand. His parents would then get a vanilla cone, and an extra dish. They'd dump the ice cream into the dish and give Peter the cone. Silly baby didn't like ice cream, but Butchie the bulldog took care of THAt for them!

Just imagine the looks they got from other people. "Those awful people! The dog gets the ice cream and the child the cone?" Little did they know both human and canine were happiest that way!