Last week I let Roya out to potty and when I called she had white stuff all over her head. I reluctantly examined it more closely. It appeared...sticky. I touched it (not always a wise idea with things dogs choose to cover themselves with) and cautiously gave it a sniff. FROSTING!! It was FROSTING! She wasn't too pleased about the mess on her face. I looked out the front and discovered that quite a storm must have rolled through the previous night, scattering garbage and cans across the yard. In one of those cans were the sad remains of a DQ ice cream cake, and of course, where there is edible trash, there will be dogs.