I was on my way to the shop to get my usual poison of a can of coke and a chocolate bar when I came across him. Looking not unlike Nigel Thornberry he bounded to and fro across the pavement walking towards me led, in part, by his beautiful blond Labrador mutt. The mutt was young and carefree, exploring every scent that interested her, sniffing every nook and cranny and every patch of soil and vegetation between us as they closed the distance. I could see clearly the vitality of life in her eyes and the animation of joy in her owner’s jingling safari-clad body. I loved it even more when she tried to climb onto me and the owner lovingly cajoled her back down.