Elmer, The Basset Hound is a junkie.

Every so often when I’m at Target I pick up a box of Frosty Paws, which is sort a fake, dog-friendly ice cream cup that the hound just adores. The only problem with it is that a) I don’t get to Target that often and b) Frosty Paws are kind of expensive, like $5 for four cups.

But he loves them, and he does keen stuff for me like this, so I buy them whenever I remember. It’s gotten to the point that if he sees a Target bag he starts getting the shakes.

This weekend I found a recipe for Frosty Paws, and I made them, to the tune of about $3 for thirteen. He loves them, the way a junkie would love home-made methadone, and he now gets the shakes when we go near the freezer, where The Ziploc Bag of Heaven resides.

© E. Stocking Evans 2014