I smiled up at him. “Yeah, I think it is too.”
The festival only got busier as the morning went on. Visitors swamped the Furry Fosters booth where Axel Wilder offered info and volunteer applications for fostering pets. I wasn’t sure if they wanted a closer look at the cute Dachshund puppies or the sexy, tatted-up man holding them.
Clark Rhodes came by our booth with his stepson Toby and immediately snagged half the pumpkin treats. Tucker Ellis wasn’t far behind, his Golden retriever Elle at his side. She was tall enough to snuffle at the table, and we let her do the choosing: she zeroed in on the peanut-butter dog treats.
“She’s got good taste,” I said. “How many would you like?”
“How about an even dozen?”
“Sounds good,” I said, even as I realized I was going to sell out long before the day was over.
Hank came by to give Sammi a break, taking over the booth with me. He brought me a doughnut frosted in black and white to look like a Dalmatian. I should have knownGlazed Holes would have a booth. Miles never missed a town event.
I took a quick bite in between customers, scarfing down the doughnut since I was starving, and taking a swig of water from the bottle I kept under the table.
When I straightened, Mom stepped forward.
“Hi, honey! So many people are here.”
“Hey, Mom. Yeah, it’s a good turnout.”
Someone came up beside my mom, picking up a box of biscuits and studying the label of ingredients. “These look great. Homemade?”
“Yes!” I said, turning my attention to the middle-aged woman. “Gluten-free too. Very healthy for the doggos.”
“I love it. I’ll take two boxes.”
I slid the Square terminal forward that Sammi had brought. It had taken me about fifteen minutes before asking if I could just ring in everything using the BowWow card reader.
Mom waited while I checked out a couple of customers, then shook her head. “I had no idea your biscuits would be so popular…”
“Jamie’s partnering with my boss at BowWow,” Hank said. “We think he’ll be a great draw for our customers.”
“Well, that’s just wonderful.” She smiled sheepishly. “I guess we should have known you’d be great at anything you chose to do, Jamie. Dad will be sad you’re not going to open a bakery and make him all the cupcakes he can eat, though.”
I laughed. “Well, maybe for his birthday.”
She smiled. “It’s probably for the best he only get them once a year.” She chuckled. “Let us know when you’re all set up and we’ll come see the store. If you need anything…”
“That’s okay.” I glanced at Hank. “I’ve got everything I need already.”
Mom smiled softly. “I can see that.” She patted my arm. “Well, I’m sure proud of you.”
Iola came up behind her, her little terrier Ricky dyed a bright pink with the white words Matchmaking Mamas on his flank. Oh, that poor thing. Used for advertising. At least he looked happy, snuffling in the grass.
“Did these two tell you that I’m the reason they’re a couple?” Iola asked my mother.
“No, really?”
Iola picked up Ricky, showing off his logo. “Yes, we matched them up! Matchmaking Mamas have found love once again.” She eyed my mother. “Do you have any other children looking to date?”
“Gosh, no. We’re down to grandkids.”
“Too bad.” Iola handed her a card. “Call me in ten years or so.”
“Thanks,” Mom said, sounding a little bemused. “Well, you look busy, so I should move on. I just wanted to come see how it was going.”
“Thanks for stopping by.”
