Summer of Dreams

Growing up I always wanted a dog. As hard as it may be to believe, I never had one. There were, however, a few significant dogs in my life.

Lacy- My babysitter’s poodle. I wasn’t a big fan of Lacy.

Cocoa- Nicole’s Pomeranian. She was such a sweet dog. I really loved her.

Emma- Morgan’s HUGE dog. I don’t know what she is, but she and I never had a very solid relationship.

Shannon- Morgan's cat. I know this post is about dogs, but Shannon is the one and only cat I have ever loved. Shannon         is, in fact, a boy and he was named after Shannon Miller, the gymnast. Every time I see the Shannon Miller statue in Edmond, I think of cat Shannon.

Growing up in a small town, the ice cream truck was always the stuff of legends and lore, never actually making an appearance in my simple life. I can remember being at my grandma's in the south side of OKC and getting excited because I was actually getting to buy ice cream from the ice cream truck. I don't remember what it was, but if I had to guess, I would say it was an Orange Push Pop or an Ice Cream Sandwich.

Owning a dog and chasing the ice cream truck are two dreams I have carried with me through much of my life..... Until NOW!!

Setting:          Summer 2011

Scene:           The house with the Cupboard Under the Stairs

Characters:   Lauren, Lacey, Cara, and I

Lauren, as we all know, has a heart for animals. Three days ago, she adopted a puppy named Maddi, short for Madeline. Little did she know that she just made my life! Even though Maddi is not technically mine, I feel like the kid who just came home to her first ever furry pet--- because I did. I am at the point where I have to stop myself from texting Lauren/tweeting about every cute expression she makes or every funny thing she does. I am obsessed.

Two days later, I am upstairs taking a nap before we start cooking for our roommate bonding night when I hear Cara screaming about ice cream and the front door flying open. I quickly ran down the stairs and on to the front porch where the rest of my college age roommates were waiting impatiently for the ice cream man to make it around the block. When I heard the legendary song of the ice cream truck, I too started screaming and running frantically. I got Cookies and Cream. 

The best part about this whole scene was that our ice cream truck inspired behavior could not be separated from the (approximately) 7 year olds' behavior down the street.

Needless to say, this summer has become the summer of dreams for me. I cannot wait to see what it has left in store!