That's the thing, isn't it? Just this afternoon, after I'd posted this, we ran into a lady on the street who remembered seeing Henry as a tiny pup. As soon as she said hello, up he went and she was so delighted, chatting away to him about how lovely he was and how much he'd grown, ruffling his ears and chuckling his chin, and I just couldn't bear to drag him down or ask her to stop.