I rememberd a story last night that I shared with my husband. When we were kids and all 11 cousins were at Grandma's house in the summer, there was no air conditioning. Grandma would get out a carton of ice cream and we would each get an ice cream cone. We were sent outside to eat it. Buster, the dog, would stand by the screen door wagging his tail and waiting patiently. After 11 ice cream cones, the ice cream box was empty and Grandma gave Buster the box. We all enjoyed the ice cream together, especially Buster!