The Rights of Spring

I bark, you bark, we all bark for ice cream.

That doesn't seem to have quite the same ring to it. Hmm. Well, it's Wednesday which means Lyle, Maebe and I will be barking soon because the ice cream man comes every Wednesday evening and parks outside our house for about for ever while all of the neighborhood children stock up. It wouldn't be so bad if he had a decent sound system and played some good music but his red van has neither so we bark. A lot. It is a Wednesday Summer tradition.

Speaking of ice cream, Mamie tagged me with the ice cream game. This is what she had to say:

What kind of ice cream are you ?
Seamus tagged me—here is how to play. Here we go......

I am going to tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream I look like. Then you tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream you look like! Sprinkles count too!

OK, I bent the rules a little and am going to come up with a name of ice cream that I would like. I am going to tag 5 friends and they tag 5 friends and they will do the same. You can either tell what kind of ice cream you look like or bend the rules like me and give the name of the ice cream that you would have (sorry, Seamus, thinking outside the crate, here!)

My ice cream is…Chocolate Chip(munk).

Mmm, Chocolate Chipmunk sounds like it would be divine. I'm going to stick with the original rules though. I am Coffee Toffee. Sweet with a little kick.

So let's see, who to tag...

Josie
The Brew City Pitties (okay, maybe just one can bark for all)
Tim
Francis Rocks
Taz the Angel Dog