Coffee, Rottweiler, and Pepper

Patter, patter, patter, patter, CRASH. I turned around to see him sprawled across the concrete floor, a silver   piece of whatever in his mouth. Little eyes gleaming, knowing that now I would have to pay attention. I sighed.

"A sixteen ounce house coffee, two dollars and fifty cents." I passed the vanilla drink over to the older woman while smiling. She was cleaner than most the people I had seen that morning, her gray hair full of tidy curls. Her wallet organized to perfection. Her hands shook as she passed me four in crisp dollars. 

"Keep the change."

I thanked her for the tip and dreaded her reaction to the event.  

"What a smart dog," She grinned, and took a sip.  I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed as I put the cash into the drawer and the tip into my can.  There my forty pound, five month old rottweiler sat wagging his tail happily, while crunching on the pepper packages. He sneezed.

"He is quite adorable." The woman patted him while reaching for the sugar. 

Not to contradict the customer, I smiled, "He's a good dog."

"How old is he?"

"Five months," I felt my cheeks begin to hurt, "he's still a baby."

"What is his name?"

I grimaced, blaming my mother, "Moses."

"What a great name!" The woman bent down and brushed her hand awkwardly across his gigantic head (well for his body size). "Good boy Moses."

She left grinning, the door's chime belled behind her exit. 

"You -" 

Moses skittered away, up onto the red leather chair that was his favorite perch. Laid down and wagged his tail. The look on his face conveyed, I didn't do anything! She liked me! She said I was a good boy! 

I growled, and went over to where the pepper was flung across the floor. The packages were under the counter, across the back floor, trailing to the couch. I looked up at the brown eyes, "This is your fault, you little poop."

Moses wagged his tail. Knowing as all dogs owned by good owners know, I was full of it. I didn't think he was a little shit in honesty. I was just saying it because I was angry. He wagged his tail again. A sign that he had all but forgotten the fact he had caused trouble. 

I stood up after finding the rest of the pepper packages, "We need to have a serious discussion about rules."

Moses cocked his head to the side, not knowing a word I said. Turning around once in the chair, he laid down and closed his eyes. 

"Cant you do that when I am serving customers?"

He opened one eye, the look he gave me was the one that said, no, I can do whatever I want. The lady liked me. Deal.

I shook my head. "Grow up and get a real job."
 Moses wagged his tail once, sneezed once, and fell fast asleep.