Once inside and confident that no part of her body would be smashed up into the door, Rosey waltzed over to the counter, raised up on her back legs and dropped the mess of yellow weeds in front of the grumpy human. She was in an usually good mood today so there was no chance that the old man could bring her down. Not that he usually did. His off-putting demeanor was often met with cool indifference. Rosey wanted to be here as much as he wanted her to be there. There were plenty of other places she'd rather be than in this clinic. Plenty of other places with a lot more fun things to play and chew.
As it was, she had run out of fun things to chew after the old man yelled at her last week for chewing up the laces on his boots. In her defense, she hadn't really meant to do it. He had been doing some kind of boring work at his desk in the back and since there was nothing else to do (she had given up on watching Royce and Charlie), she had fallen prey to the soft mat under his desk and since his boots were right there and those laces looked tasty and-
Rosey huffed out a little snort at the dirt tracking comment. His nickname for her wasn't original and it wasn't one she hadn't heard before. Royce often called her a pest (particularly after she ate all the beef jerky or cheese popcorn) so it didn't bother her. She had a name for the old man too. Dropping back to the floor, she opened her mouth and gave Mr. Grump a wolfish grin. See? She could play nice.
At the sound of the Charlie bursting through the front door, Rosey turned her head and let out a short happy bark. With tail wagging, she pounced on the girl, sending them both to the floor. Royce gave a shout but before he could pull Rosey off, the small wolf had already slapped her tongue heavy on Charlie's cheek.
"Shit, I am so sorry! She usually doesn't DO that." Royce stood a few feet away, arms firmly curled around the happy beast (whose tail was still wagging). "Are you okay?"