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Guide Dogs

“I’m telling you,” said Gaz over his pint of tasty, tasty Guinness, “Believe you me, Rottweilers make awful Guide Dogs. I, for one, should know.”

I cannot argue. The fact that Gaz actually has a Guide Dog and has spent much of his professional life in doomed attempts to train them to answer the phone gives him a far better perspective on this issue than I.

He knows – to use the correct canine term – when he’s been sold a pup.

“But…” I say, seeing my investment in several dozen spare Rottweilers and Staffies disappearing before me, “Surely, they’re good for something?”

In truth – as any fool will know – they are good for something, but that ‘something’ happens to be ‘selling to chavs out of the back of a van’, moments before the ‘setting enraged, half-starved killing machine on me stealing all my money’. Not – at the end of the day – an enterprise in which I would like to remain involved.

“You might as well take ’em back to the shop,” said Gaz, breaking into his sixth packet of dry roast of the evening, a habit that will surely end in nothing but woe in the early hours.

I harrumph and take a gulp of my pint of tasty, tasty Guinness.

“Harrumph.”

“Yeah, take ‘em back to the shop. Or give ’em to the Army. They like to fire ’em out of a big cannon at the Taliban, you know. They don’t like it up ’em.”

I have the vaguest of suspicions he may be lying, even though I know for 100 per cent of FACT that if there’s one thing the Taliban don’t like, it’s getting it up ’em.

Then: The penny drops, and all of a sudden I am struck by a ‘This time next year, Rodders’ thought.

And it is this: Even chavs need guide dogs. Blind chavs who wouldn’t be seen dead with the standard issue Labrador. Even an Alsatian wouldn’t be good enough for these knock-off Burberry-clad types, seen in some quarters of incredibly violent BNP-voting half-wit as a ponce’s breed.

“Gaz,” I venture, buttering him up with a fresh pint of tasty, tasty Guinness, “I’ve got just the thing you’re looking for.”

“I’m not buying whatever it is.”

“No, listen – Attack Guide Dogs for blind people who live in rough neigbourhoods. It’s a win/win.”

“NO.”

“Awww, come on – boon companion, seeing eye, will rip the throat out of anybody that so much as glances at you in a funny way.”

“NO.”

“I’ll let you train them to hold his spliff and kebab while the owner’s having a shop doorway knee-trembler with the local fat girl.”

“Oh, go on then. Deal.”

This time next year, Rodders…

Guide Dogs

pongo

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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