Gino, The Italian Rottweiler

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.     rottweiler_puppy_image19-1 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? images-1 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.51pneNiq2nL._AA160_ 51W1xzm-CXL._AA160_51Mvdfd6GgL._AA160_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.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to Gino, The Italian Rottweiler

  1. micklively says:

    Rottweilers get a bad press but I’ve never met a nasty one. I guess those that have received love can give love or, if you like, another component of “there are no bad dogs, only bad owners”.
    The health codes drive me to distraction. The chances of catching anything off a dog are miniscule. We share so very few diseases. You have far more chance of catching something off another customer or the staff. Health codes are driven by superstition, not science.

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  2. Susannah, this is heartwarming. Also sounds to me like Gino was just the tonic you needed, too. :o)

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    My four children loved the book ‘Good Dog, Carl’. Almost twenty years later I often call our medium size mutt Good Dog Sam.
    It’s also interesting that Gino’s mom referred to you as a Gino’s patient instead of Gino’s friend. Hopefully your new doctor will cheer you up each morning while your coffee perks you up.

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  4. He had me at the name Gino. Great listener and no co-pay…therapy doesn’t get better than that!

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  5. You just never know what you will find at a Starbuck! Coffee with a cuddle!

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  6. Lynn says:

    Sounds like Gino has a wonderful human role model when it comes to kindness. Added that his, his beautiful fur & his soulful expression, well that is the best kind of therapy money can buy!

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