THE DAY HARRY MANILOW WAS OFFERED THE WRONG PUP CUP (A TRAGEDY IN SEVERAL ACTS)
Let me set the scene.
There I was — Harry Manilow.
Shop dog. Icon. Working professional. A creature of refined taste and emotional depth.
We pull up to that green-logo coffee place. You know the one. The one where humans order drinks that sound like Wi-Fi passwords.
The window opens. A cheerful voice says,
“Would your dog like a pup cup?”
I lean forward. Curious. Hopeful. Vulnerable.
Then I smell it.
Reader… I was offended.
Not harmed.
Not angry.
Just deeply, spiritually disappointed.
Because what was being offered to me was… how do I say this gently…
Budget foam.
Mystery fluff.
Vibes without credentials.
A whipped situation with no résumé.
I froze.
My ears slowly folded back like window blinds in a crime documentary.
My eyes said, “You have GOT to be kidding me.”
I glanced at my humans as if to say:
“Have I not WORKED?
Have I not LABORED?
Do I not EMPLOY at Zoomies & Purr??”
Because listen — when you work at Zoomies & Purr, you are exposed to standards.
You see ingredient panels.
You learn things.
You become… difficult.
I have tasted the GOOD pup cups.
The dog-safe ones.
The thoughtfully made ones.
The ones that don’t feel like they were whipped up during a caffeine emergency.
So I did what any dignified professional would do.
I refused.
Politely.
Firmly.
With the energy of a tiny Victorian child declining gruel.
I turned my head away.
I sighed.
I stared out the window like a dog who has seen too much.
Back at Zoomies & Purr, however?
Redemption.
There, waiting for me, was MY pup cup — the kind we carry for actual dogs with standards. I ate it dramatically. Slowly. With commentary. Possibly with applause.
And that’s when I remembered my purpose:
To protect the people.
To protect the pups.
To protect them from subpar foam.
So consider this your official notice:
🐾 You can get your dog’s proper pup cup at Zoomies & Purr
🐾 Made for dogs, not coffee accessories
🐾 Approved by me after intense sniff-based research
Bring your pup.
Let them live better.
Let them know they don’t have to settle.
And if you ever see me turn down a cup again, just know —
it’s not personal.
It’s standards.
With love, judgment, and whipped dignity,
Harry Manilow
Senior Quality Control Manager
Protector of Taste
Enemy of Questionable Foam

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