115/365 The joy of an ice cube

Every evening, and whenever he asks, Buster gets a bowl of ice cubes and one set out for him to crunch on.

He loves it, and I don't blame him. I love watching his ingenuity as he wrangles the slippery ice cube without the aid of opposable thumbs.

He manages to crunch it into smaller, bite-sized pieces, then he gets a piece in his mouth, tips his head back, and rolls it around on his teeth as he eats it. I'm a fan of crunching on ice cubes, too, so I completely understand why he likes it.

Don't even get me started on how cute it is to listen to him eat pieces of an apple. That just may put me over the edge.

Camera: Canon 40D, 1/60s, f/4 at ISO 1600 in incandescent lighting.