I’m a blind person and I use a guide dog. A number of years ago I was working as a secretary in a large building. My guide dog, Trixie, guided me to work and around the office. Trixie was a black Labrador retriever, and like most Labs, loved to carry things in her mouth. The women in the office had given Trixie an old twelve-inch wooden ruler to play with, and she loved it so much that she insisted on carrying it everywhere we went.
One day Trixie and I were walking along the corridor in the office building. We came to a double fire door, of which only one half was open. Two men stood there chatting as we passed. Trixie, as usual, was carrying her ruler in her mouth and she carefully negotiated her way past the two men and through the fire door.
As we continued down the corridor, I heard one of the men remark, “Did you see the way that dog measured the doorway to see if there was enough room for both of them to get through?”
St. John’s, Newfoundland and Labrador