The two friends had been walking for hours, and the smell of garlic and grilled steak wafting from a nearby bistro was becoming impossible to ignore.
His buddy, with the leash of the Chihuahua in his hand, looked at him as if he was crazy. “What are you talking about? See the notice on the glass. This is a five-star bistro; not a dog park. We’ll be thrown out even before entering.”
But the first man smiled. “Watch and learn, my friend. Just follow my lead.”
He dug deep into his pocket and put on his large dark sunglasses. Then he walked erectly, took hold of the Doberman’s harness, and walked to the entrance. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pair of heavy black sunglasses, and adjusted them over his eyes. He stood up a little straighter, gripped the Doberman’s harness, and tapped his way toward the door.
As they passed through the doorway, a huge bouncer blocked their way. “Hey, hey! Hold it right there, mac! No dogs permitted. We have a professional environment here.”
The man didn’t even flinch. “There must be some confusion,” he stated in a tone that brooked no argument. “I am visually impaired. This is my guide dog.”
The bouncer stared at the Doberman, who was glaring at him with an intimidating stare that could soften steel. “A Doberman Pinscher? I haven’t heard of any Dobermans being used for guidance.”
“It’s a new program,” the man explained with the smoothness of silk. “Not only are they incredibly smart and focused, but they provide a level of personal protection that your average Labrador just can’t offer. It’s about safety and service.”
Seeing that he was no match for the confidence of the man, the bouncer moved out of his way. “Sorry about that, Sir. Enjoy your meal.”
The friend with the Chihuahua was stunned. If he can get a Doberman in there, he thought, this should be a breeze. He threw on his own sunglasses, tucked his tiny dog under his arm, and marched toward the bouncer.
“Sorry, pal,” the bouncer said, already sounding annoyed. “No dogs.”
“You don’t understand,” the man said, mimicking his friend’s serious tone. “I’m blind, and this is my seeing-eye dog.”
The bouncer glanced down at the small shaking animal that was trying to lick its paw. The bouncer stared back at the man. “A Chihuahua? You’re saying that an animal weighing four pounds is your seeing-eye dog?”
The man paused. He could feel the disbelieving stare from the bouncer. He could feel the quietness of the lobby around him. And then he just stared at his own leash before his jaw dropped open and his hands started to shake with sheer terror.
“A Chihuahua?! You’re telling me they gave me a Chihuahua?!”
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