A man walks into a bar with a Labrador.

He makes his way to the bar and orders a drink.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t allow dogs in here,” says the bartender.

“That’s my seeing-eye dog,” the man replies.

The bartender’s face instantly drops, knowing he made himself out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh God. I’m sorry. Here — your first two are on me.” He hands the man two bottles of beer.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” The man and his dog make their way to a table near the front door and he grabs a seat.

A little while later, another man enters the bar with a chihuahua.

The first man stops him: “The bartender is going to give you shit about your dog. Tell him it’s your seeing-eye dog and he’ll feel so bad that he’ll buy your first few rounds!”

“Thanks!” replies the second man. He wanders up to the bar and orders a beer.

“I’m sorry, sir. We don’t allow dogs in here.”

“It’s my seeing-eye dog.”

The barender’s face wrinkles into confusion. He says, “Ehhh, I don’t think so. They don’t make seeing-eye dogs out of chihuahuas.”

“FUCK! They gave me a chihuahua?!”