So, it is an extremely hot day and I am damned if I am going to leave Jasper Montgomery, my labrador, to cook in the car so we enter a well-known card shop together. We are greeted by an officious and deeply unpleasant manager who says or rather barks "Service dogs only".
I reply that he is a service dog of sorts and that I can't find a thing without him. Not giving her time to think, I issue the command "Easter cards, boy!" And we head off.
A few minutes later we are back at the counter, Easter cards in hand. "I didn't know they could do that" says the now awed and ever so slightly discombobulated manager. I reply gravely that it takes a vast amount of training and leave.
