Hi All, My friend had a guide dog called Quaker. She or he, I'm not shore. had no intention of being a guide dog. So when they went out any where it did as little work as possible. One day it was walking through Manchester city centre with a broken milk bottle in its mouth. Lllking hard. After a few reeks into being a guide dog it decided that more drastic measures were needed. So it would seem to wait till it was in the busiest part of town then she would suddenly lie on her back with her legs up in the air. After twenty minutes of getting nowhere my friend would bust into tears. Needless to say Quaker went to a couple of nuns. and lived a normal life. Malcolm from Hyde. Cheshire. England. Skype name. malcolmbo1