I love ice cream. And I love the ice cream man. Whenever I hear the music, I run, run, run to get my leash! Then I drag Mommy outside, where I wait. The ice cream man knows who I am, too! Right away, he puts down the window on the truck and lets me look inside. Then he gets me my ice cream cone! Summertime is really hot, and I have a lot of fur. I prefer wintertime more. But one thing I love about summer is cooling down with ice cream. And don't worry. Mommy makes sure it's just a little cone of vanilla. She says the chocolate isn't good for my belly. No problem, though! I love the vanilla! I hope you get some ice cream tonight, too!
