Double Trouble Pupdate No 2

It's been a summer of mixed joy and sadness as far as dogs are concerned.  Last week, as the autumn winds started to roar, my brave old dinmont went off to the Happy Hunting Grounds at the ripe old age of 13 1/2 (94 1/2 for a human, that would be).  We all miss his wagging–and the pups wonder where their grumbly uncle has gone.  But it was time, and we all knew it.  So he rests under the big old chestnut with the rest of his pack.

The pups are growing up, there's no doubt about that.  Here is ...