Anyone who really knows me knows full well that I absolutely despise coffee in any form it occurs.
I can’t stand the smell of it, don’t like the sight of it, and the two times I’ve actually tasted it I thought I was going to set a world record for spew distance.
Now, I’ll confess to smuggling a few bags of Tim Horton’s for my stepfather through US Customs when I came back from a business trip in Toronto and thankfully they didn’t seem to think that I was using them as a way of disguising illicit pharmaceuticals (thank you so much for making them that much more paranoid, Axel Foley!).
Anywho, it should come as no shock that the purveyor of Fish Water is arguably one of the places I’d least like to spend any appreciable amount of time.
That being said, I know of a couple of rabid fans of their products and it’s often more convenient for me to hook them up with their addictions. So I hold up the phone, try to avoid eye contact with the laser scanner, and wish for the oxygen masks to deploy from the ceiling (sadly, doesn’t happen) and that the fan at the window that blows coffee stench outward is not activated (sadly, no joy on that front either!). And pray mightily that they’ve concocted whatever brew correctly…
But in the past year, there’s been a four-legged reason that makes these trips well worth the effort.
Enter the puppucino…a random-sized cup full of whipping cream that Mistletoe can’t get enough of (and Katie if she’s with me feels obligated to test the quality of the contents!).
The cup will range from tiny to one suitable for Mistletoe’s rather long beak and when she sees that logo, she knows there’s a yummy treat coming for her.
It’d be one transgression to bugger Julia’s order.
But God help me if I forget Mistletoe’s!
That dog is addicted to the puppucino. I’m sure she could totally stop anytime she wishes but a) there’s no 12-step programme for dogs addicted to puppucinos and b) she really doesn’t wish to.
And that’s fine with me…because the pictures tell the story and that’s photographer gold! 🙂
