Ordering Breakfast

Just a quick little thing for you. I've learned how to order breakfast at the local drive-thru! Let me explain a bit before you think that I'm just wandering in and being served...

This morning, Daddy and I went for a drive. I had a sneaking suspicion that it was for him to go get breakfast, so I went along even though I decided to not go on my morning walk due to being up late last night and having my routine disrupted (Mommy was out quite late, but that's another story for another time.) Anyway, into the truck we went, and sure enough, he pulled up to the thing that talks to him by the pictures of food. He talked to the thing, and it just didn't seem to me like he had given them any instructions as to what I was wanting (biscuits, please) so I spoke up. Daddy seemed quite surprised and quickly told me to be quiet. It's not like I am a talker, so he really should let me have my say when I feel like saying it.

So, he drove around the corner and up to the little window, and there stands a nice man waiting to take the funny square thing from Daddy. Before Daddy can even hand him that thing, out comes two biscuits for me! Can we say "Jackpot!"? Well, I was quite happy! We pulled up to the next window (the food window) and Daddy said something about me needing "a third one, thanks..." and I have to say I got a little indignant. There was a biscuit with my name on it, and it was being denied to me! Anyway, I did get my usual treat for going on a ride, so I guess the trip wasn't a total loss. I did get a new skill, and I call that an accomplishment for all dogs! Rise up, fellow hounds, and give the talk box your food order!