Ernest, the nephew
Ernest, nephew of Mr Boxe, is still very much a puppy in search of his destiny.
Born to a comfortable life of biscuits and baskets, he has shown but little curiosity about what awaits in the world outside. In fact, without a firm nudge from his parents he might never have left the library hearth at all.
He has since been sent to try his luck at truffle hunting in France, sheep farming in Scotland, and agriculture in Tennessee. Unfortunately, all of these undertakings were heavily covered in something he cannot abide: dirt.
It is not that Ernest is unwilling to work. Far from it. He is always keen to lend a (clean) paw when called upon. So long as the job takes place on a nice carpet, or at very least a well-swept pavement.
Whenever a temporary escape from the tight leash of mater and pater is required, he takes refuge at Number 39, hoping that with encouragement from the less traditional canids of that household, he will at last discover what it is that he is meant to do.