Usually I come staggering out the gym in a lather of sweat and exhaustion, fit for little more than gentle questioning and a hot bath. On Saturday morning though it's different because the dog salon nearby is open and many of the clients are looking out the window.
It's an odd thing - I never see a cross dog in there. As you walk past a small group will run to the window, tails wagging, evident pride in their newly clipped nails and freshly washed coats. Invariably I am sans camera but not this week - and thank God, because I doubt I'll ever see as sweet a smile as this again.