Florence soon got a hold of his dog, and attached him to his leash. "Miccy-Ds?" He decided, softly shewing the other dogs. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket pocket, and placed them over his face. He exchanged his real glasses for the shades. "Wear these," He said, giving them to Nathaniel.
"Pretend I'm blind, so Water-Lou can come in with us." He said, with a smirk. He didn't have a cane, but the dog was strong enough to make sure that he didn't run into things. They walked off for a while, before they neared the parking lot. "Alright, my name is Arthur Fonzarelli, and you're Pinky Duskidero. You're my therapist, and this is," Florence petted the dog. "Water-Lou."
"Pretend I'm blind, so Water-Lou can come in with us." He said, with a smirk. He didn't have a cane, but the dog was strong enough to make sure that he didn't run into things. They walked off for a while, before they neared the parking lot. "Alright, my name is Arthur Fonzarelli, and you're Pinky Duskidero. You're my therapist, and this is," Florence petted the dog. "Water-Lou."