Goody Beagle here. After me and my human go to the dog park we go to the drive through coffee place. We pull up to a window and a human arm comes out and gives my human something called a latte. It smells like perfume, which is one of the world’s worst smells.
However, the human arm also gives me a milk bone. This is better. My human says we should call it a “latte bone”, except if we did it would probably cost more.
I don’t care what we call it, and I really don’t care what it costs. I just like to smell it and eat it. Humans don’t understand what is important and what isn’t.