On the last night of the marriage, my husband and I went to the ballet. We sat behind a blind man; his guide dog, in harness, lay beside him in the aisle of the theater. I could not keep my attention on the performance; instead, I watched the guide dog watch the performance. Throughout the evening, the dog’s head moved, following the dancers across the stage. Every so often the dog would whimper slightly. “Because he can hear the high notes we can’t?” my husband said. “No,” I said, “because he was disappointed in the choreography.”

-from the title story in Amy Hempel‘s collection, The Dog Of The Marriage.

from here.