It used to be that I would order a scoop, give Stinkz a few tasters, keep the rest for myself and everybody was happy. Then I started getting an extra spoon and we would share. Yesterday I ordered a dish and as we were settling in to our favorite corner booth I realized I had only grabbed one spoon. I set the dish in the middle of the table and went back to the counter and ended up getting in a conversation with the owner. I knew Stinkz probably wasn’t patiently awaiting my return with his hands neatly folded in his lap and had helped himself to a couple of bites. When I rounded the corner I found him leaning onto the table with his tiptoes still in the booster and the entire scoop (what was left of it) hanging off the dainty spoon as he quickly devoured its contents, purple gelato dripping down his chin and arm. Twenty more seconds and I wouldn’t have even gotten a taster.