Tip your waiter, please

I never worked in a restaurant, not even fast food, but I've eaten in a lot of them.  It's pretty easy to tell when you have a new waiter or an experienced one, and when you have one who just seems to have the knack for it.  I don't have the people skills for it, obviously, but after doing the morning feed I have a new found appreciation for waiters everywhere. 

Morning feed is the busiest time around here.  Dinner is a nice way to relax late in the afternoon, but everyone knows that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.  They are hungry and they have that morning energy that isn't equalled at any other time of day. 

Sparky is the loud, demanding guy over in the corner who yells for something all the time.  It's easiest just to feed him first to shut him up and even give him something extra (a rawhide) to placate him.  Ladybug is seated in the kennel next to him, thinking he's a bit loud and rude, but kinda cute.  She minds her own business.



Bremo even brings his own dish



On the other side of the restaurant is a table with three unruly children, Ry, Molly, and Buddy.  They all eat the same thing, so that is easy, but it's best to separate Ry from the others lest a food fight breaks out. 

The skinny guy, Dugan, eats alone under the canopy so we can make sure he gets all his own food, but no one else's. 



Zach and Trooper playing after breakfast



Then there's the big table:  Zachary, Molly, Bremo, Cabell, Trooper, Maggie Mae, and Jeremy. 

This group eats 7 different food items between them, and four of them also order a varying combination of about 8 different sides (medications).  I go into the shed with the food, bowls, and meds to prepare the dishes, stacking them up to carry out in the order of distribution. 

Zachary has to eat in his private booth, the shed, but everyone else is mobbed around me as I pass out the dishes.  Fortunately, this group knows the routine and everyone is pretty good about waiting their turn and sitting in their appointed location such that everyone gets what they or the doctor ordered.



Finally, there is the old lady, Gypsy, waiting none too patiently back in the house.  Mostly she is annoyed at all the other patrons being in her favorite restaurant, but she forgives the poor service once I get the food in front of her.  After all, I am her favorite waiter.