Cookie

 

The dog sat like a pretty girl and waited patiently for her cookie.

“Oh, no!” exclaimed the clerk. “I’m all out of cookies.”

How could that be?

Every time they went into the farm store, the dog knew there would be smells to sniff, people who would pet her, and cookies at the checkout counter.

That was the routine and those were the rules.

The dog’s human said, “It’s OK. I keep spares in the car,” and both she and the clerk chuckled.

Car cookie was not store cookie.

The dog ate it, but she did not enjoy it.

Much.