You see, Dad had to drive across town to pick up something he needed and Mom didn't feel like going. So Dad asked me if I wanted to go with him. That nap could wait, I jumped up and twirled around in circles all the way to the car. I got in the back seat and decided to grab a quick nap on the way.
When we got to the store I waited in the car while Dad went inside. He was only gone a couple minutes and came back with his stuff. He started the car, then turned and asked me if I was hungry. Hungry? I'm always hungry, Mom starves me.
We drove for a little while, then we pulled up to a building that smelled delicious. It had this on the front.
It was McDonalds. I'd never been there before, but Samba and Fudge and Morgan have and they always smell great when they get home. I know it's a favorite of my friends Stella and Zkhat, too because the McDonalds guy in the funny suit lives at their house.
Dad handed the lady some green paper and look what she handed him. And they were for me. ME!!!!
Oh boy, were they ever good. Dad ate a few of them and he had something else too, but I was so happy with my potatoes. They were the best potatoes I ever ate.
Dad told me not to tell anyone where we'd stopped or what we ate, so I didn't say a word. I didn't even breathe French fry breath in Mom's face. Then later Dad told her and she laughed and said she wanted some of those special potatoes, too. So Dad took her out for some.
All you dogs in Blogville, if your parents suggest going to McDonalds, don't waste any time. Get straight to the car and be on your best behavior. Trust me, you'll love it.
Your pal, Sky