Biscuits for guide dogs. By Sam

We have an ongoing dare, Tom and I, to strap a suitcase handle to a harness and wander round the shops pretending Bessie is a guide dog.    Of course we wouldn't really do it...

This morning in Tesco - by the way if you ever want to murder me just hang around Tesco at 8.30 on Thursday morning, I'm always there - I was at the checkout behind a man with a guide dog.  He wasn't a trainee guide dog, he was a fully trained guide dog.   Beautiful long haired German Shepherd.  When the man had paid and tried to move away the dog sat down and refused to move.  The man said he wouldn't move until he had a gravy bone, then he said how his friend has a guide dog too but the two dogs don't like each other, they are going on holiday together soon and it's going to be chaos.   Anyway, the dog got his gravy bone and off they went.   I saw them a few minutes later downstairs.  The man was trying to exit the lift but the dog wouldn't move without his biscuit.

I don't know why but that cheeky guide dog made my day.   Nothing will spoil my mood.  Not even being left to take all the sales calls while my colleague has his hour long morning poo.