The Whistle Dog has always been there when I needed it most. And now, more then ever, I need the Whistle Dog. 
It’s been there on the best of hangovers and the worst of hangovers. 
It’s been there when I worked though most of my lunch break and make the decision to hop in my vehicle and go to A&W for a little bit of heaven. 
It’s been there when my bag of spring mix that I totally intended on using to make a salad goes bad and I know the Whistle Dog will save dinner. 
Now more than ever I need that bag of comfort. I can’t wait to whisper into the drive though mic, “I‘ll take a Whistle Dog combo with onion rings and a Diet Coke please!”