Pup Cup Trickery

Those who follow my blog know how much I love Pup Cups. Now that spring has sprung Mom’s need for ice cream has been activated. While traveling down the road, Mom keeps an eye peeled for any sign of a Dairy Queen.

Occasionally, Mom will drive outta her way to find a DQ. If Dairy Queen proves to be elusive, Culvers will meet our sweet tooth needs.

It was in Louisiana that my recent DQ visit resulted in tragedy that sliced my soul.

We were visiting my friend Greg in Louisiana. As we were motoring down the road, Greg mentioned we had just passed a DQ. Mom made a wheel squealing u-turn and sped to the drive-thru lane.

Mom’s heart was filled with joy as she sang out, “Pup Cup, please,” to the lady who lives in the drive-through box. My perked ears heard those words and prompted my saliva to begin its effervescent dance, which included strings of drool cascading from my mouth to plop and drop all over the auto’s armrest. Greg didn’t complain, he just moved closer to the door. That Greg, he’s a cool guy.

The voice in the box told Mom that DQ no longer offered Pup Cups. Mom and my eyes met in the rearview mirror, “What? That can’t be right. There hasta be a mistake.”

At the window, the DQ lady explained that after a customer gave her dog a Pup Cup, that dog puked all over her car.

The lady made a huge stink, demanding that DQ pay for the cleaning of her entire car. After that incident, DQ removed Pup Cups from its menu, leaving the rest of us ice cream-loving dogs searching elsewhere for delicious frozen cream.

As we all know, curiosity kills cats but not us hounds, so I’m curious: What happens when kids get a tummy upset and paint the car interior after eating DQ? Do they insist DQ clean up that mess?

It’s hard for me, a mere hound, to believe that one crab-ass lady could wreck it for all us ice cream-loving dohgs.

It’s to my benefit that Mom is an outside-the-box thinker. Instead of ordering a child-size vanilla ice cream cone, she ordered a medium cone and an empty cup. Mom used the cup edge to scoop the top half of the cone, which fell into the cup. Then, with huge smiles on our faces, Mom gave me my “homemade pup cup.”

I love Mom! She is always looking out for my sweet tooth.

The pictures are from a previous DQ visit.

Mom took a big lick off her cone before she noticed the disparity between it and my Pup Cup. Not only did I have more ice cream, but it was also topped with a doggie treat.

Mom wanted to document, so she drove around and back through, so the cash-taking lady could hold the evidence while Mom took the picture. (Mom’s talented, but she didn’t think she could successfully take pictures while holding the ice cream without making a huge mess.)