Ugly Americans at Bar Do John

 

There is a little bar within walking distance of our house called Bar Do John. We went there recently to celebrate Carol getting a Brazilian bank account. A brave street dog joined us on our walk, running in traffic and engaging every other stray along the way. As we neared the bar, a very large, very old golden retriever lying in front of the bar stood up. The brave street dog steered clear and we figured the dog was trouble. There was some postering and growling between the big dog and Keppy and he followed us inside. Carol and the dog were roughly the same size but she valiantly defended Keppy, pushing and pulling that big old dog, inch by inch, toward the door. The stress of it had her speaking in English. The barman watched. After the dog had been banished, the barman told us in English that the dog was "the owner" and we laughed nervously. Later, we noticed the bar's logo had a golden retriever on it as did another sign in the bar. The dog came back in and things seemed fine. We asked the barman what the dog's name was and he said "John, for John Lennon." Things quickly came into focus. Carol had forcibly removed John of Bar Do John from his own damn bar. In English. We laughed at our audacity and the barman laughed too as we realized what we had done. We bought a burger for John and gave him some pets on our way out. We like the bar and hope that John will welcome us back.