Puppy Ice Cream and other delights

We went to Papa Ed’s Ice Cream Parlor to celebrate Cheeto’s big win at baseball. Cheeto is a nickname, because the little dude REALLY loves his orange danger dust, and the puffs to which it is adhered. Their team has been losing all year, because they are all 10, and the teams they play against are all 13, and look like giants in comparison. I don’t think that’s fair, but I don’t make the rules. In any case, Cheeto made a run and they had their first win of the season. YAY Dodgers!

John had promised him ice cream if the team ever won, so we went, and took the puppies.

Papa Ed’s is an old-fashioned ice cream parlor. It’s a small house behind a larger house, and it has a garden, and a porch, and tables with umbrellas in the garden, and pets are welcome. So welcome that, lo and behold, Papa Ed’s has PUPPY ice cream! Yes! So I bought two, one for each, because I am nothing if not fair. Also, I didn’t want them fighting over it.

Toot cottoned onto the concept immediately. (Cold! Creamy! Lick! Slurp! Still cold! Lick again!)

Cleo could not have cared less.One sniff and her disdain was palpable.

So, as soon as we got home, into the freezer it went. Now Toot will get Cleo’s portion as her next treat, and Cleo will get a hard-boiled egg, which is what SHE wants. All is well in the kingdom, and our “local” Dodgers finally won a game.

This Memorial Day, I am thankful to those who make days like this possible.

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About merseamersea

setter of cryptic crosswords, designer of jewelry, paper and card maker, editor, quilter, embroiderer, cook, avid mystery reader and occasional writer. Find me on Facebook as Maggie-beth Rees Rasor.
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