On our way back home, we stopped in Colleen, a town (for obvious reasons) I’d always refered to as Icecreamville, for you guessed it … ice cream.
In that white truck in the background, some guy bought his dog an ice cream cone, and was just having a ball with it. I never would have thought dogs were big on dairy. Cold stuff yes, but dairy, no.
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