Happiness is...

a dog called Logan.
Collected from his two weeks exile (in an expensive 'hundehotel' - they offer swimming and massage (there's always extras available if you want to be really flash) where they took him up to the seaside 'cos they were short of space here) Logan was quick to notice that the patch of grass, that he likes to keep under submission by rolling on, was newly mown. The temptation was too great for a humble hound.