July 12, 2019

White Dog was one of the few White Dogs who got excited as the music playing van went down the street. "Can we, momma," she begged. Before we could react the ice cream truck had moved beyond our attention so the answer by default was, "no Baby."

Steve was not even in the house post-work when White Dog jumped up next to him to share her tale of missed opportunity, especially in the heat...especially since NO ONE ELSE even knew the joys of the ice cream guy bringing summer relief.

I knew before he even reached into his pocket for his keys. "Let's go for a ride, White Dog." To the others, "We will be right back!"  And off they went for supplies to become the White Dog Army's OWN ice cream van.

Just for effect the windows were down and we heard music playing from Pumpkin when they returned.

"We have strawberry frozen yogurt, vanilla ice cream cups, and coconut bars. Momma will you keep track of who wants what?"

"BEFORE dinner?" Opal could barely believe her ears. I looked at Steve who nodded and was blizzarded by grateful White Dogs.