I had to run an early-morning errand today, and didn’t take time for breakfast. Once the errand was done, prompted by the tummy-rumbles, I headed over to McDonald’s for a bacon McGriddle and orange juice. I went into the restaurant to purchase my breakfast, since I was in Lynden and hoped to possibly see a friend or acquaintance with whom to visit. There were several groups of retired folk visiting together, but no one I knew so I headed back to my car to breakfast.
As I sat there munching my McGriddle, I noticed one of the elderly gentlemen come out of McDonald’s and head to his old blue and white pick up. From the bed of the pick up, his old, chubby Border collie looked at him cheerfully, one ear straight up, one floppy, smiling a doggy smile.
The old man was carrying a vanilla soft-swirl cone, which he held out to his doggie, who proceeded to lick it appreciatively. In no time at all, that ice cream was history, cone and all! Next the man held out to his pet what I had assumed was a cup of coffee, but which proved to be a post-ice cream water chaser. After patting the dog on the head, the old man headed back into McDonald’s, apparently to continue visiting with his friends. If he stays long enough, perhaps doggie will receive a hamburger for lunch!