When I was a little kid, I always loved running to the mailbox. It was the days before Facebook, and I had pen pals all over the country. (Do kids still have pen pals?!) These days, the mail generally means one thing: bills.
But when the UPS truck rumbles down the driveway, it generally means something exciting, perhaps a little present I bought myself or a copy of The Bedtime Book for Dogs for Westminster to pawtograph.
Though neither of those things is why Wes runs to the truck. He thinks of it as “The Treat Truck” thanks to our fabulous UPS driver Meg Smith. (Look at him beg.) She has treats for all her “customers.” Now, that’s what Westminster calls good service.
