Adventures at Dairy Queen

This morning, we decided to take as large a group as possible out to the desert, for a quick romp.  The temperatures are soaring now, so regular Sunday Family Desert Walks are not even a possibility.  Just happens it was borderline cool enough this morning, and as long as we kept it short, we should be OK.

Time was of the essence.  We could take no chances on any of the kids lagging behind or running off, so the weakest links:  Willy and Sarah  had to stay behind while the other 10 went out.

Why?  Why didn't you take me out for a romp?
Why? Why didn’t you take me out for a romp?  I love you, why don’t you love me?

 

To make it up to Willy and Sarah, we took them to Dairy Queen tonight.

 

I don't know where we're going, but it better be good!
I don’t know where we’re going, but it better be good!

 

Is that what I think it is????
Is that what I think it is????
We weren't even at the drive through yet and both kids started making noises.  They knew where they were!
We weren’t even at the drive through yet and both kids started making noises. They knew where they were!

 

We had intended to order something for each of us, but seemed to have gotten stuck on the small dishes of vanilla ice cream for Sarah and Willy (pup cups were too small).
Ordering proved to be a challenge, and took a while.  Pup cups were too small, so we wanted the smallest human sized dish of vanilla for the kids.  Little did we know we were opening up a nasty can of worms. 

 

The person taking the order didn’t understand what we meant by a small dish of ice cream, so we tried using the word “bowl”.  She didn’t understand that, so we tried “cup”.   Making it even more complicated, we said we wanted 2.   She was clueless.  She repeated back a single Slurry something neither of us can even remember.

We finally made her understand by elaborating to say that we were looking for the smallest container, that wasn’t a cone, in which Dairy Queen serves ice cream, and in that, please put vanilla ice cream, and we would like 2.

 

Sarah says, "I don't care how it's served, just give me some ice cream!"
Sarah says, “I don’t care how it’s served, just give me some ice cream!”  Willy still has hope. 

 

OMG!  How did this get so darned complicated?
OMG! How did this get so darned complicated? Are we EVER going to get our ice cream?

 

Willy says, "I'm a DOG and I know what a small bowl of ice cream is!"
Willy says, “I’m a DOG and I know what a small bowl of ice cream is!”  Sarah just gave up by this point. 

 

"All I wanted was a cool treat on a hot summer evening!  Is that too much to ask?"
“All I wanted was a cool treat on a hot summer evening! Is that too much to ask?”

 

Eventually, we did get our order squared, only we never actually got to Crabby’s Blizzard in a waffle cone, or my small chocolate dipped, chocolate cone.  If the order taker didn’t understand a simple small dish, what were the chances she would understand more complicated items?

 

Sarah REALLY likes ice cream!
Sarah REALLY likes ice cream!

 

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Willy likes to savor.
Willy likes to savor.

 

No, Crabby isn't in his underwear!  His shorts happen to be the same color as his underwear usually is!
No, Crabby isn’t in his underwear! His shorts happen to be the same color as his  preferred underwear brand!

 

Not a drop wasted as Willy carefully consumes his treat.
Not a drop wasted as Willy carefully consumes his treat.

 

Sarah, on the other hand, scarfed her's so fast, she got it all over the place!
Sarah, on the other hand, scarfed her’s so fast, she got it all over the place!

 

No worries!  Daddy will clean her up!
No worries! Daddy will clean her up!

 

Once Sarah had finished her ice cream, she decided Willy needed help finishing his.

 

Willy says, "I don't think so Sarah!
Willy says, “I don’t think so Sarah!

 

Mine!  Mine!  Mine!
Mine! Mine! Mine!

 

And without further disturbance, Willy was able to finish his ice cream, without getting a drop on himself or the parking lot.

 

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We took a short walk, then went back home, and we all lived happily ever after.

Dogs ask so little of us.  Never pass up a chance to do something special just for them.

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20 thoughts on “Adventures at Dairy Queen

  1. Seems it’s not only a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to get an ice cream too. The pictures of Sarah are priceless! Easy got a coloring book once instead of a mc sundae… he was super happy (not) :o)

  2. I will have to keep the boys away from Sarah and Willy for a bit(at least until they forget about having the ice cream treat) as mine only got ice cubes in there water. I would never hear the end of it if Clyde and Lucky got wind that others got ice cream on a hot day

  3. Well done humans for making two pups happy…indeed it doesn’t take much..hubby when he passes a Macca’s as we loving call Mc Donalds gets a coffee to go and two pkts of cookies…for the pups…every now and then a cookie goes down a treat 🙂 hugs Fozziemum

  4. You think that’s bad trying going into a shop and ordering a regular black coffee in a mug. They can’t cope. I can have a large coffee in a mug, but not a regular (my mum needs a mug because she has RA and so can’t hold a cup) then once they get over the mug issue they always finish with “do you want hot or cold milk”… ??!!

    Glad to see it was worth the wait!

      1. As a non-coffee drinker, I don’t understand the coffee reference, but none of the kids will pass up a good fry!

      1. Stay away from high salt, high herb content stocks. Try other ‘juices’ as well.. beef, turkey, pork, whatever. Dogs love them!

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