Trooper and I walked down to Greenlake yesterday evening. The sun was out, the sky was blue, and it was not terribly cold out. I tied Trooper to the leg of one of the patio tables outside Ben and Jerry’s and went in to get some ice cream. As you know, Trooper is a dog. He doesn’t have that much excitement in his life. In fact, going for a walk is the highlight of his day. So when it occurred to me that he might enjoy a cup of vanilla ice cream, I didn’t hesitate. After paying for my order, I carried our ice cream out to Trooper, who was, by this time, drooling in anticipation. I set the ice cream down and let him have at it. Once he was all set up, I leaned back in the patio chair and started working on my own cone of strawberry cheesecake. That’s when I noticed a couple walking past us with their dog. Their dog looked very jealous of Trooper, naturally. The owners, though – they were shooting me the stink eye. They looked at the ice cream cup. They looked back at me, they looked at Trooper, and back to me. I was officially being judged (negatively) for my dog-parenting skills.
Oh well. As Lora put it later on, “If feeding my dog ice cream is wrong, I don’t want to be right”.