Tonight we went out to eat.
As my daughter took our tray, a few fries fell right on Journey’s paws. He turned his head. He drooled just a tiny bit, but he did not touch the fries.
And the entire McDonalds staff came out, greeted, asked to pet (I said yes since they were nice) and even though they were calling him by name from the counter, my good boy didn’t so much as shift position.
They offered him a plain burger and I thanked them and said he could take it to go but he couldn’t eat it in the restaurant.