We used to do the same thing with another of our family members. Jasmine would go to Sylacauga with us to visit my mother and she would get her cup when we always got our cone at the Dairy Queen near Ozark. The folks there would crowd up to the drive thru window to watch her wait patiently for her cup. She never barked or whined, just sat quietly watching closely and waiting her turn. I could tell tales about all of them, but even these years later, it hurts.
