Harry has been to the dentist. Not the dentist for pups, but the the dentist that causes a lot of grief and anxiety to humans.
He sat patiently in the waiting room (unlike me), didn’t bat an eyelid at all the strange noises coming from the surgery (unlike me) and when it was time to go through and be examined, he showed no sign of trying to leave the premises (unlike me).
To be honest, Harry couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about.