I’ve been a really good boy this week. I’ve worked out every single day with my pawsonal trainer Heidi. I’m getting all muscle-y. I’m what mom has been saying – “A tired Airedale is a happy Airedale”. So mom thought it might be time for a treat.
For both of us – ok, I can handle my trainer coming along, as long as she doesn’t have any funny ideas about what I’m going to get to eat! I heard the words Rally Burger and I definitely want to partake of some burger-age!!!
So off we drove, the two of us in the back seat (not nearly as uncomfortable as I thought it might be, Heidi doesn’t take up that much room in the back seat of my Bogie-Beetle and she lets me stand on her to poke my head out the window so all is well) to Rally Burger. As I’ve been there before I knew what to expect, but this was a new experience for Heidi.
We got there and dad took us over to a table in the shade. Ahhhhh. Mom ordered and brought over a yummy-smelling bag.
Both Heidi and I instantly went into good-dog mode. Sitting up straight, watching with anticipation, waiting for that yummy goodness to be placed somewhere that we could eat it.
Heidi wasn’t so sure at first, but after I grabbed one of her buns (the hamburger buns, not her butt!) she got the idea.