As I walk this earth, meditatively, with my Seeing Eye Dog, this is what I hear:
“Your dog must be super intelligent” – Well, Randy is not brilliant but he’s not stupid either. He does not use his front paws to hold his dog bones or yogurt containers. Hell, even a raccoon knows to use his front paws to hold onto his food. But then, how many raccoons know left from right?
“He must know a lot of words” – Randy’s vocabulary includes about a dozen useful commands (“Speak” and “Play dead” are not useful commands). Plus he knows an equal number of important words, like outside, chow, bone and biscuit. Notice the preponderance of food-related nouns?
“He puts your safety above all else” – Except where food is involved. Be it restaurant or sidewalk, Randy leads a zig-zag route, with frequent head dips and full-body lunges. I understand that an instinct is at work here, so I cut him some slack. As long as we maintain forward progress, I am satisfied.
“He’s so well trained” – Yes the Seeing Eye trained him well. I take responsibility for untraining him.
“Since you put your life in your dog’s hands, you must have a super strong bond” – Since you put it that way, yes, and sometimes it scares me half to death.
“That dog must be a real chick magnet” – Perhaps, but I prefer to think that I attain that honor on my own merits.
“I Know I Should Ignore him, but he’s so cute” – For people who express interest in Randy, without mauling or feeding him, I’m happy to satisfy their curiosity, maybe clear up some misconceptions. I like talking about Randy, can’t you tell?
“He’s a beautiful dog” – Yes, on many levels. Randy might not be everything people say he is, but for being himself he is loved.