This is what often pops into my mind when I think of Harold. His head is so small - the size of a perfect scoop of ice cream. I just had to get this off my chest.
Confession: I like to hold an imaginary sugar cone under Harold's chin and say out loud but to no one, "One scoop please!" Harold just blinks and licks his nose. I've started replaying this scenario with Kurt's head as well. Somehow, make-believing that my loved one's heads are stacked on top of an ice cream cone is my own special way of expressing affection.
Here are some of the nick names we've given our dogs:
Harold: cup-a-soup/ Mule: bread bowl
Harold: snack-pack/ Mule: lunchable
Harold: single scoop/ Mule: sundae
See the connection? Cute and/or tiny equals food. I am weird.