When I was a little girl, the much-awaited bell of the ice-cream truck used to ring through the sultry air on those hot summer evenings...It was always after supper, so an ice cream or frozen lemonade or a popsicle would be the ULTIMATE ending to a fun day.
There were little ice cream cups called Hoodsies, too...Vanilla ice cream and a wooden sppon that was really a spoon at all, but a flat spoon-shaped piece of wood...It was AWESOME! I found them at the grocery store the other day and had to buy a bag of eight.
Apparently, dogs love ice cream, too. Short, little Corgi-Chihuahuas especially. It would've been an adorable photo but my batteries were dead....Yes, there was Our Boy, Scully, licking the inside of the empty cup. Ever-so-gently, he carefully got every drop of vanilla ice cream that was left...He made that last almost 10 minutes! There was NOTHING in the cup when he started- or so I thought.
It looks like we're off to a fantastic summer...:::watching Scully lick the rest of the ice cream taste from his mouth.::: By the way, he's also waiting for pizza now....