Vices

It's been a while since Sonya and I have gone out. So when we took a drive this weekend, you bet she stuck half her body out the window of the car, taking in every ounce of scent, and barked at anything furry that we passed at 25mph. Until we parked at the beach (a rainstorm was rolling through, so we stayed in the dry warmth of the car), and I proceeded to dive into my ice cream from Baskin Robbins.

Then she looked at me.

Intensely, without taking her eyes off me for even a second.

A prowler could cup their hands against the rolled up window, and she wouldn't care.

Because at this moment, her salivary response and food instinct far outweighed her in-bred protection mode.

Is that...?

I definitely smell coconut... and walnuts...

[Drool.]

Aaaaaaaah, vanilla ice cream... my other most favorite flavor... 

Can I have a bite?

Pleeeeeease?
  

You have to NOT have a heart if you can resist soft lips and a wet nose gently sniffing, hoping, begging for a taste. And of course I gave her the very last bite, which was a sacrifice for me because the butt of the cake cone, all soggy and infused with the last bit of double Nutty Coconut goodness is my mostest favoritest part of my ice cream vice.

And we both licked our chops all the way home.

 Amen!


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