“When you pass the pup cup place… but you don’t get a pup cup.”
There’s a very specific kind of heartbreak only dogs understand — the moment when their human drives right past the magical window where happiness, whipped cream, and tail wags live… and keeps going.
And Teddy? Oh, he feels it in his soul.
One minute he’s sitting there, ears perked, eyes wide, posture perfect — the universal dog language for I’m ready for my treat now.
The next minute, the car rolls past the familiar turn, and his little golden heart sinks faster than a dropped cookie.
He glances at you like:
“Excuse me… this must be a mistake. You meant to turn.
We ALWAYS turn.”
Suddenly, he’s the picture of dramatic disappointment — head tilted, eyes full of betrayal, and a sigh so deep it could win an Oscar. He shifts into maximum guilt-trip mode, hoping his sadness alone might magically summon a drive-thru window full of whipped cream.
Because in Teddy’s world, passing the pup cup place without stopping isn’t just a missed treat…
it’s a personal tragedy.
A moment of reflection.
A test of loyalty.
And of course, by the time you finally pull into the driveway, he’s already forgiven you — because golden retrievers have hearts too soft to hold a grudge. But one thing is certain…
Tomorrow?
He’ll be watching.
He’ll be waiting.
And he’ll be ready for that turn.
