Coffee Shop, Rottweiler, and Greetings

We are waiting.

I am sitting down by the cash register when a brunette walks in, she is one of the regular customers at the coffee shop and loves the Rottweiler pups. I watch Mo lethargically get off the couch, stretch, and waddle over to the door to greet her. His tail wags and he leans against her, looking up as if he has found true love. She obligingly scratches his head and back.

"So it's Moses today?" She smiles at me and continues to scratch.

I am genuinely surprised. Even many of our regulars still can't tell the two puppies apart and when they're together I have to stop the wrestling to see which pup is mine. "How did you tell?"

She laughs, "Well they greet me differently."

I watch Moses tail wag more, see I'm special.

I can't help but grin, he's a great doorman and public relations specialist. "How so?"

Stopping the petting, she walks over to the counter, "Well Moses isn't truly happy I am here until he's right up next to me. He just sort of stumble over lazily then leans against me or sits on my foot."

I nod these are common Moses greetings.

"Vahan on the other hand," she has great laugh lines when she smiles, " he is over by the door before I can count to three and bouncing to get my attention and if he's not bouncing to me, he's up on the back of his couch watching me enter and wagging his tail like mad. It makes me feel like he cares before he gets to me."

"That sounds like both of them." I smile, "what can I get you?"

" A sixteen ounce mocha, and a muffin." She looks down, and her hand reaches to scratch Mo who has sat on her foot yet again.

"Alright," I turn to start making the mocha and shortly realize that I forgot something. Spinning back around I ask, "what kind of muffin?"

"Um... what kinds do you have?" She is obviously distracted by the puppy.

I actually don't know as no one else had ordered a muffin that day. I looked them over briefly and listed, " Well it looks like we have Parmesan cheese bread, double chocolate chip muffins, apple bran muffins, and banana bread (we always have this I should probably stop listing it)."

"Definitely chocolate."

I grab a plastic box and put the chocolate muffin in it, make her mocha, run her credit card and wave goodbye as she leaves.

"So you greet people differently, do you?"

I looked at Moses who retires to his chair, crosses his paws and lays his head on the arm.

I'm prince, course I greet.

"You need to work on being a little more enthused your majesty."

Whatever.

I turn and start to wipe up the counters.

Not princess pose. Warrior Pose.