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.
To make it up to Willy and Sarah, we took them to Dairy Queen tonight.
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.
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?
Once Sarah had finished her ice cream, she decided Willy needed help finishing his.
And without further disturbance, Willy was able to finish his ice cream, without getting a drop on himself or the parking lot.
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.