"Oooft!" Charlus sat back, the puppy flopping heavily against his chest. Merlin, it was bigger than some fully grown dogs.
"He's fantastic," he said, grinning. "I can't wait until he's big enough to ride around the Palace." He was joking, of course, but he had no doubt that any children they had would almost be able to. And he was the perfect kind of dog for running about the hills in Scotland.
"Newfoundland isn't part of Quebec, though, is it?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Or have things changed?" He knew there had been rumours, thought of Newfoundland joining the fold - the Quebecois ambassador had admitted that much - but he hadn't realised it was so close to becoming reality.