Myles was having a very important day. He had already taken two naps, barked at the mail truck, and chased a leaf that may or may not have been suspicious. Clearly, he deserved a reward.
So when Myles’ human walked up with a big, frosty milkshake, Myles knew—this was his moment.
At first, he sat politely. Then he tilted his head. Then he gave his best “I am the most deserving dog in the whole world” eyes.
“Well… just one sip,” his human, Ashlee, said.
One sip turned into two. Two turned into a happy, slurpy mess of whipped cream on Myles’ nose. His tail wagged like a helicopter, and his ears flopped with every excited lick.
Myles wasn’t just enjoying a milkshake—he was living his best, most spoiled life.
And honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
