There’s a lot of catching up to do and it seems the burning question I left hanging was the arrival of Finlay, our long awaited dachshund pup. So the big reveal is, we went off to collect one puppy, and came home with two!

it’s a long story, but there he was, the last of the litter, after problems with the original prospective buyer. And, well, how could we not?

Finlay’s little brother is Fergus and is a proper mummy’s boy. Finlay on the other hand is besotted by my husband and they both adore each other so it’s all worked rather well.

Their personalities are total different and they are both little hooligans, they only get away with it because they are so cute!

I can’t imagine only having one now, despite the chaos (anyone want a brand new but disemboweled dog bed?)

So as I gradually get back into the swing of things, my new studio assistants are probably going to be snuffling their way into the picture as only dachshunds can.
You have been warned!