It was 62 degrees in Green Harbor this morning, and the air smelled of promises. So I woke up, got dressed quickly, and took kept one.
Tonight we are due to "spring forward," turning our clocks ahead an hour to adjust for the coming change of season. It's a few weeks off yet, that chiming of SPRING on the calendar. But the signs are about. One of them has had Max wigging out every time we drove by this week.
Yes, the Dairy Queen opened this week.
I allow Max to have DQ once in a blue moon. I once had an animal become ill and all she could manage was dairy, but having been weened off the stuff, the milk we gave her was brutal on her stomach. A very wise vet recommended we keep our critters tolerant of lactose for this reason, with occasional "light" dairy treats. So while I really don't give him people food, occasional sweetened dairy is the exception. Because of this, Max is a big fan of Dairy Queen. We can't drive by without him whimpering, snotty little nose pressed against the glass of my SUV.
What are you going to do when he begs?
You're going to give him the treat.
Because you PROMISED.
So what are the rites of spring that propel you forward? And don't forget those clocks!
