When giving a friend a tasteless/funny stamp that makes a statement about the quality and necessity of what it is being stamped on, never let them practice the stamp on a take home final exam. Especially if you are not sure whether the stamp will bleed through the paper onto the front.
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puppybraille- Nickie Coby
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...and that leads me to the lengthy saga in the post office. There was a long line - of course. A nice man came in and I noticed that he had a Guide Dog! Okay, what did Nickie say? Oh, god - I don't want to forget blind person etiquette. As it goes, he asks the lady behind me to endorse a check for him. Okay, we are good so far. The check duty done; the lady couldn't get the cap back on the pen! She is fumbling around when the blind person takes the pen and clicks it back into shape. "Hey, I'm the blind guy." So the lady asks if she can pet the dog? The answer was, "Yes, of course." I approached the dog carefully (Oh, here we go again, what did Nickie say? So I don't blow it?) With poise, I asked if I could introduce myself? The name was proper for a massive black Labrador Retriever - Brantley! As I pet him hello I told him that what he's smelling is my five cats. The man chimed in and told us that, "Brantley already has a cat of his own!" We all laughed. Brantley took the place of another Guide Dog who is now reluctantly retired. The love between dog and owner is evident. I was the tenth person in line to buy stamps. Three patrons in front of me was a guy with a dozen parcels to mail. We had lots of time to chat about Boring Oregon and wonderful service animals.
I haven't experienced the retirement of a guide. I don't want to, either, but that's the responsibility that comes with the joy of having four furry paws and a wagging tail as a guide. I'm glad you had a good conversation with the man. And, yeah, Julio would definitely be distracted by the scent of cats, but knowing that helps a lot. Like I said, you did things exactly right!
I'm also glad the bank took the check. As an asside, that man is much more trusting than I. I don't use checks because it requires trusting others I may not know to help me. I'm probably paranoid that way.
I know you're not supposed to attach human characteristics to animals but I could just tell that Brantley was a "kind" dog... and I couldn't even imagine this massive animal jumping up to lick, "Hello." Even though we were in the post office, I got down to dog's eye level to speak to Brantley. You just gotta love a slobbery kiss from a very happy dog!