Here is why my house is cool. You come home from a day at in the roly poly office chair slightly haggard and somewhat crosseyed from staring at small laptop screen for 9 hours. A slightly pungent scent fills your nostrils but you quickly adjust and head to the kitchen for an ice cold pepsi. The orange dog is hastily slurping water from his bowl, however, something is amiss. There is a klanky sound. Further inspection reveals 24 half melted ice cubes floating in his bowl. I'm not sure why, but the tattoed brother insists on filling the dog bowl with brita and giving him ice cubes as well. He claims that the canine likes it better. This isn't an abnormal occurance, I guess it's just the way we roll around here.