Mrs Jude and I thought this would be a nice little summer treat for our dogs, Ziggy and Harley. Little cups of frozen doggie bliss. The package of four went into the freezer three weeks ago. One weekend I opened up the pack, got a cup out and had the hairy kids share it. I kept count of the licks. They loved it! Then what usually happens is what's in the freezer gets forgotten for a while, until last weekend I remembered and decided it was time for another treat hand out.
When I opened up the box there were only two cups left. WTF?
I immediately asked Mrs Jude if she had given the dogs a cup. She said no. Then I spied Dad, sitting at the dining room table. I took the box over to him and shouted...."did you have one of these?" He looked at me, looked at the box, looked back at me....since he didn't give me a verbal responce I asked again louder so the whole fucking neighborhood could hear.
He said "No, I don't think so, I like jello".
He ate one of these. He had too. It's not like Harley can help herself into the freezer. He ate a frosty paws! At least it doesn't have sugar but the outer carton does say, "not for human consumption".
I wonder if Dad had a little audience watching him while he was slurping it up. Which reminds me, I need to make sure jello is on the shopping list for this week.