There should be a warning label on this box.
Cooper's 2nd birthday was last Friday. I didn't even see him on his special day. (I know, what a horrible mother.) So, in light of my bad parenting, I thought we'd get a treat for him while at the grocery store last night. I had heard about Frosty Paws from a few of my co-workers and was eager to purchase them for my pup.
We got home around 8:30 p.m. and gave him the treat around 8:45 p.m. At 8:50 p.m., he had gulped down the savory faux ice cream and had instantly become more wired than I've ever seen before. He was running circles around us, playing with all of his toys and panting so hard he couldn't catch his breath.
I don't think Cooper got a wink of sleep last night. I woke up and he was on top of me, just staring. Perhaps Frosty Paws should only be dispensed in the morning, on the weekends or to very large dogs.