April 13, 2014
Steve, sitting in the back passenger seat (to better share our post park treat), took the bag and his sundae. As he handed the teen a tip, he told her a bit about the White Dogs and the Eskie breed. "Can I pet them?" she asked. "Sure, they are all friendly." "OH MY GOSH! She is so soft!" was her response as she stroked White Dog and then Puff. "They are AWESOME!" The WDA tried to look humble and adorable at the same time.
Our server fumbled in her apron pocket. "Can they have...oh, all I have are peppermints. Can they eat them?" I saw her face fall when Steve suggested that they might be a choking hazard but she perked up when he told her how happy she had made them just by bringing the chicken bites. "Well...." she said. "I better get back to work."
As the WDA enjoyed chicken and a few spoons full of ice cream, we were amused as the rest of the servers slowly skated past our van or came out of the building to peer toward our car. "Seems news of you White Dogs has spread. Wonder if we could leverage this interest into a contract to become spokesdogs?" I laughingly asked. YoYoMa stopped chewing and looked up. "Do you think such a deal would include free munchies?"