I just got released from the nick this morning. Got picked up by dog patrol police last night. I had just been taking myself for a walk, sniffing around lamposts like you do. Then they pounced on me like I was a terrorist. Tried to get away, but my head got stuck in a catflap. Lucky for me my name is Smiley after that glum spy. Once they find that out they treat me really well.. Funny how a name can influence people's behaviour. I am not from a posh background but I got sent to a top dog school .Okay so occasionally I go on the razzle. But I have a good career in dog therapy and I am suited for that because dog therapists need to be disciplined but not like in the army. Dog therapists have to have good personalities, show a bit of intelligent initiative so we motivate people, get them involved in games and activities so they become fit and confident. They trust me because I am a bit of a rascal and I got survival skills I can teach them. Must avoid getting into flaps though!