by Conor Friedersdorf

A reader writes:

Two old men, next door neighbors, meet every evening to walk their dogs.

"You know what?" Harry says one evening. "Twenty years walking through this park, and we've never once stopped in at that bar to have a drink."

"Sure, I'm thirsty," Dick says. "But we've got the dogs."

"Oh, I've already thought of that," Harry says. "Just follow my lead."

So they walk over to the bar, where sitting on a stool outside the door is a bouncer.

"Sorry gents, no pets in here," the bouncer says.

"Oh, you don't understand," Harry replies, "this is my seeing eye dog."

"Oh, I beg your pardon," the bouncer says. "Go right ahead."

So Harry leads his German Shepard into the bar, while Dick steps before the bouncer.

"Sorry sir, no pets," the bouncer says.

"Oh, you don't understand," says Dick. "This is my seeing eye dog too. We're all friends over at the old folks home for blind people."

The bouncer looks suspiciously at Dick.

"I don't know, buddy," he says, "they gave you a chihuahua for a seeing eye dog?"

Says Dick, "They gave me a chihuahua?!"

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