Happiness is a dog called Charlie…

I don’t know if it was the sun, the copious amounts of fresh water, the hand-selected and strategically distributed freeze-dried liver treats, the receipt of  “good boy” compliments  (for actually being a good boy), the satisfaction of yomping up and down two hills, the companionship of other canine buds or the slightly cool breeze through … More Happiness is a dog called Charlie…