Every Friday afternoon shortly after I get home from work, a truck slowly drives by the house going "CLANG CLANG CLANG. CLANG CLANG CLANG". Could it be...an ice cream truck? In the suburbs?? Last week I ran out to go see. It was an icecream truck but instead of selling individual popsicles and cones, they sell boxes of ice cream and other cold treats. A neighbour came out and asked for a box of popsicles...for her dog?!? Apparently it is not uncommon for the ice cream truck man to have regular customers buying frozen yummies for their pups. WEIRD.
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