Last night Sir D and I had to make a run. We had an addiction to feed. For some this might mean making a trip to the corner store for cigarettes and for others it might mean heading on down to the beer store for a 6 pack.
Not for Sir D and I. We occasionally give in to our cravings and head on down to the Tom Thumb for Häagen-Dazs.
For me the choice is easy. I get this…
I used to only get Chocolate Chocolate Chip. But no longer. My former love has been replaced by Chocolate Peanut Butter. I thought I would always be faithful to Chocolate Chocolate Chip, but the grass was so much greener on the Chocolate Peanut Butter side. I have strayed and I’ve never gone back. And I am unrepentant in my new ice cream allegiance.
You see I take my Häagen-Dazs allegiances very seriously. Not so with Sir D. He has no allegiance. He simply walks into the store, looks around, and then chooses whatever flavor or brand strikes his fancy at the time. Shockingly cavalier attitude, I know.
While Sir D was reading the contents of every container of ice cream in the freezer section I noticed something new, something odd in the freezer section. Something that was not there before.
Doggie Ice cream.
I do not jest.
I took a photo because I was afraid you would not believe me.
Doggie Ice cream. Really.