From the “‘Round the Lake” column in The Wisconsin Daily Bugle:
As a sports fisherman, I pay attention to what comes out of the lake. So when that big black Lab swam ashore and joined our barbeque, I got curious.
The dog’s wearing a tag that says “The Seeing Eye,” but I figure it’s his smelling nose that led him to the cookout. Another dog tag’s got a Chicago phone number, so we call it.
That’s when I spy this fella standing all alone on the dock and he fishes something out of his pocket right when my wife dials the number. And she asks whoever answers if he has a big black dog and the fella says he had a big black dog and do we have him now? And my wife says yes we do and is he the guy standing all alone on the dock. And he says yes he is and asks if we wouldn’t mind walking towards him with the dog while he walks toward us. And my wife asks if she shouldn’t tie a string to his collar for a leash, but he tells her no, just carry a bratwurst and the dog will follow.
So when we meet up with the fella, he acts like we’ve brought back his lost kid. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry or hit the kid or hug him. And it turns out the fella is blind and it’s his guide dog and the dog loves to swim and the fella doesn’t have the heart to say no but that now he’s going to suspend the dog’s swimming privileges. That’s when we know that dog sure belongs to that fella with that Chicago phone number, because only a city fella would say “suspend his swimming privileges.” Anybody from these parts would just say he’d “keep the damn dog out of the lake.”
And that’s the big news from this year’s Memorial Day cookout.