Rommie always enjoyed licking a Frosty Paw. She knew what it meant when I opened the freezer door. She would sit and look up at me with her tail wagging a mile a minute. Peanut Butter was her favorite flavor but she would not turn down vanilla. She tapped danced more when she smelled the peanut butter.
Our first fosters were sisters C & L, who are probably up there in heaven with Rommie and Joe. We had them 7 months before we found an adopter who wanted a pair. One hot summer night I gave the Frosty Paws to all 3 girls and C & L just looked at me as if to say
“What do we do with this?”
Leave it to Rommie to show them they lick the ice cream. Once C & L saw how to eat it, they joined in and all 3 joyously licked their chops afterwards.
Lick Is An Attitude
Lick is not just something you do with a Frosty Paw, it is also an attitude. One Rommie had when she played tennis ball tug-o-war.
“I’m gonna lick you Grandpa Q at tug-o-war!”
She was one determined golden.
Determined to lick grief is what you must be in order to get through it. Shake your fist at the Grief Monster and let him know that as God as your witness and helper, he will not keep you stuck in the muck. He will get the best of you in the beginning but you will lick him at his own game in the end.
Life is like an ice-cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.
Charles M. Schulz