The Three of Us

Sometimes my mom, Tanya, gets what she calls junk food.  I love those days!  Why may you ask?  It’s because it means that Sambuca and I get the junk food too.  She’s great that way, always sharing her food.  It’s in very small quantities because she doesn’t want my big sister or I to get sick or chubba wubba.  What’s a little extra weight on a schnauzer anyway?

I don’t want to get sick either since that would mean going to visit Dr. Jane and me no likey like her.  Her hands are never gentle on me and sometimes, this thing called the ‘golden standard’ (Dr. Jane) comes out.  It hurts so much when she uses it.  There has got to be another tool out there to find out if I am ill or not.

We are on our way home from a walk at our favorite spot, Shubie Park.  We did a full loop this time and Sambuca and I got to run off leash.  We, I mean, I got to chase squirrels and there are so many various smells in the woods, it’s amazing!

“We going to make a stop at a drive-through.” Tanya announces.

She has the radio blasting, and the back window is halfway down for me.  Sometimes, I can let the window go down on my own if I put my paw on a button.  However, if we are on the highway, Tanya puts it back up. 

Oh My God! Oh My God! Sambuca is excited.

What? What?

It’s the Golden Arches!  I look up and she’s right.

There are two cars ahead of us.  C’mon, c’mon folks, place your order.  I know already what Tanya is going to get.

Finally, we reach the speaker thingy, “Welcome to McDonalds, are you collecting points with the app?” A voice asks.

“No.” Tanya says firmly. She is very selective with what apps she downloads.

“What would you like?” The person asks.

“Six McNuggets meal please but instead of fries, a poutine.”

“What?”

My mom’s tone of voice goes up a notch, “A POUTINE.” Yeah Mister, don’t you know she’s from Montreal and poutine is a staple there.

“A Coke to drink?”

“Yes.” She confirms.

“Drive up to the first window.”

Yes! McNuggets for everybody! I’m so pumped.

We get home and settled into the living room.  Tanya searches for tennis on the TV as Sambuca and I jump onto the couch to sit beside her.

Tanya digs immediately into the poutine.  My big sis and I watch as she polishes it off pretty quickly.  We never get any, but it always smells amazing from where I am sitting.

She finally opens the magic little white box and eats a McNugget. Straight up! No sweet and sour sauce, nothing.  Then another.

I put a paw on her thigh. Excuse me, momma, are we forgetting the schnauzers?

Sambuca leans in and gives her a sad look.  “I didn’t forget you, Sweet Pea.”

She bites off a piece and gives it to Sambuca.

Me next. Me next please.  I get a small morsel.

OMG. So yummy.  More, more, more!

Tanya eats another whole one.  Oh oh.  Only three left.

Luckily for Sambuca and I we get a few more pieces.

Life sure is good when we get to eat some chicken McNuggets!