What do dogs who guide the blind have? Placidity in the face of tides, knowing how to move the boat among rocks, landing softly on the shore just as we had wished.
One night when I was visiting an artist’s colony in the woods of New Hampshire I went to a cottage with a group of writers to hear a talk. When the talk was over it was richly dark outside, a night without stars, the pine trees close as statues. No one had a flashlight and there was the kind of mild panic that always happens when people face an unpleasant option. And I said follow me, and guide dog Corky took us down the obscure paths all the way back to the big house where lights were blazing at the windows. It was just as we had wished. And those who trailed us learned a little something about trust.
Planet of the Blind 