Happiness turned to disappointment this morning at the Starbucks drive thru. The Malamute in the car ahead of us was craning her neck in anticipation of a treat. Perhaps a “pup-achino”? Or a doggie biscuit at the very least. Unfortunately, the Tesla driver and doggo-mom was probably focused on her triple-shot, extra foam, soy macchiato instead. Perhaps she knows that her pooch gets a little too wired from treats before getting to the office. Or more likely, Starbucks was fresh out of dog treats.