I’ve been going to a new Starbucks that opens at 5:30 because the 5 a.m.er has been having too many problems…staff not showing up, a bum coffeemaker meaning it’s a latte or nothing. Don’t know about you, but I like my coffee straight in the morning, nothing fancy.
There’s a woman who comes in every day with a huge Rott named Gino the workers welcome as if he were the owner. I guess due to the early hour, health codes don’t apply, which is fine with me. I love when he comes in because he’s the size of a Buick, but gentle as a lamb.
I was having a rather weepy morning seated towards the back in their one easy chair.
Gino’s mother lets the leash go as she chats, so who comes trotting over to visit, but Gino.
He sidles up to me, solid as an oak, placing his big head right in my lap as if to say, there, there, things couldn’t be so bad. This of course makes me cry harder, the sweetness of the 4-legged never failing to warm one’s heart.
Have you ever noticed Rottweilers have faces like seals? Just without the whiskers.
After burying my head in his fur for a minute or two, I hear, “Gino, I see you’ve found another patient.” His mom, a woman in her 40s with a bob of brown curly hair, was standing over us with a big grin on her face.
“If Gino was human, he’d be a therapist with a formidable practice.”
This makes me laugh. “He actually reminds me of Carl.” Good Dog Carl is a famous kid’s book about a Rott who babysits. Gino, listening as if he understands every word, looks at his mother.
“I think Gino would like very much to buy you a cup of coffee.”
Animals, and those who love them…
Nature at her very best.