So last night my guide dog knocked a glass of wine with her Labrador tail. The glass was on the coffee table and belonged to my father in law Bill, who, seeing tail and wine stem collide, managed to catch the glass before it fell over. But this morning Nira was discovered to be wearing wine spots. She looked like a faun, a dappled deer. I liked the look. Though I washed her, relying on standards of public propriety, I thought of customizing Miss Nira. Until of course she gave me that look that says: “Aren’t I beautiful, just as I am?”
Planet of the Blind 