(this is as close a picture as I could find....picture her head tilted more to the side and a more "concerned" look on her face)
The "concerned" look on her face caused our conversation to take a turn.....
"What do you think is going on inside Tilda's head right now?" I asked Stone.
Here are the top three theories we came up with.
1) The usual: hamster, gerbil or some other rodent running on a wheel..."squeak squeak squeak"...the noise of the wheel echos through the vast space inside her little head.
2) Stone's theory: Her head is a little pin ball machine ....the pin ball is bouncing around "DING, DING, WONK!" getting as many points as possible but never really achieving anything.
3) My theory: Her head is a dusty desert with a single tumble weed blowing across a dirt road....and a lonely thirsty cactus in the distance.
As you can tell, little Tilda is not the smartest dog on the block.....
I am generally speaking 100% ANTI-Starbucks.
What if a friend says: "Hey I'm stopping at Starbucks on the way over. Do you want me to get you something?" and I reply: "Sure...although I have no clue what their menu is like so surprise me."
I'm not really being a hypocrite if I A) wasn't the one doing the purchasing therefore I have not technically "contributed" to the Starbucks-mania and B) I didn't actually request something specific of the menu.
(note: the Vanilla Latte my sweet little Baby Peach picked up for me was, I must admit, oh so tasty.)
(thank you Baby Peach!)