Three at a Bar

A blind man walks into a bar with a bear on a chain and a parrot on his shoulder.
“Hey,” the bartender exclaimed, “No animals are allowed in here!”
“We’re not just animals, buster!” says the parrot.
“I’m not talking to you,” replied the bartender, “I’m talking to the guy.”
“Well,” the parrot angrily replied, “in case your beady little eyes haven’t noticed, the guy you’re talking to is deaf, mute and blind!” He then proudly added, “I am his service bird. I do all of his talking for him. If you talk to him, you’re talking to me, so don’t be such a jackass!”
Hmmm, the bartender studied the bird.
“Okay, birdbrain,” the bartender leaned in close to him, “let me take a guess, if you’re a talking service bird, then the bear must be a seeing-eye bear, right?”
“Nope,” replied the bird, “the bear is a bodyguard.”
“What the heck does a blind, mute and deaf guy need a bodyguard for?” asked the bartender.
“The bodyguard is not his, ya dummy!” the parrot yelled, “He’s mine!”