Your hard mint is the orange Popsicle of the candy world. Not quite candy, not quite mouthwash, the clear mint is often overlooked and misunderstood.
Among the remains in an old bag of wrappers from Irish Fest were some Fox's Glacier Mints, and what a lovely surprise they were.
The crystal color and mellow mint taste were appealing, working as both an emergency cover up and candy. Easy to crunch and pulverize, I rank Fox's mints high among the last-to-be-eaten candy type.
Some of us need a breath mint more than others. Especially on a rainy, muggy weekend filled with relatives housed in close quarters.
Roscoe's brother Leo (pictured above) and cousin Clara (below) were staying over. Much like Vince Young, Roscoe needed to get out and watch the Packer game down by the pub, I mean grab a little me time.
Both Clara and Leo reminded Roscoe of their "no dog left behind" policy, but Roscoe reminded them it wasn't his policy unless he was the dog being left behind.
He was ready to hit the trail as soon as I rolled into the driveway.
Where's a corn dog? Whaddya mean you're a wet corn dog doncha get it?
Meanwhile, back at dog central, Leo was mesmerized by the sound of whipping cream coming from the kitchen.
To Be Continued