How I became The Starbucks Dog...

It might seem rather presumptuous of me to just call myself "The Starbucks Dog," as if I'm the only puppy in the whole world that's ever drank one of the yummy drinks. But since my aunt can start her own holiday (January 10, Jackie Chapman Day), I figure I can create my own title. Here I am...The Starbucks Dog. So you can understand why I chose this name, let me share the story:

It was my Mum and Dad that made the discovery of my penchant for Starbucks. One day, they stopped by the neighborhood Starbucks (left me in the back seat, I might add). After picking up their drinks - Dad, a grande mocha, and Mum, a short vanilla soy latte - they visited a furniture store, leaving the warm drinks in the car, covered by a book. The temptation was too great...I succumbed. I made haste and by the time they returned, I was reclining in the driver's seat with the greatest feeling of satisfaction. I don't think I really cared at that point but that's when they discovered my crime: the book flipped off the cups, the lids on the floor and empty cups in the cup holder. I went in for more than a taste; I licked the cups clean - no mocha in one and no soy in the other. Dad and Mum did their best parental scolding but I could see them trying not to laugh. I was simply refreshed....