Ilulissat (where we saw the polar bear skin) was the first stop on our tour of Greenland; it's a small town of around 4,000 people, and almost as many dogs. There used to be more - twice as many, a decade ago.
These aren't house pets, like the dogs we see in England. Every one of them is a working animal (or, in the case of the puppies, destined to become one). Indeed, if you have a pet dog then you wouldn't be allowed to take him above the Arctic Circle in Greenland - so as not to interfere with the purity of the native husky population, no other species is allowed. And likewise, if a husky travels south of the Arctic Circle, he isn't allowed to return.
That's not the only law relating to these dogs. It's also a legal requirement that dogs older than five months be chained. The town provides anchoring points for the chains.
This results in large areas of land where dogs live - and humans don't. There are sheds and kennels, water butts and sledges... but mostly, there are dogs. Sometimes howling or snarling, usually sleeping because the summer sun means it's really too hot for their thick coats. When we took paths which cut across the dog lands, we felt strangely out of place.
And, at this time of year, there are puppies. Miniatures; tiny, fully-working models of husky sled dogs.
Andrew has a way with animals - they all just love him, and these pups were no exception. Every time we passed a new husky family, the babies would come and gather round his feet.
Which was great for us, but often left the mother dog feeling a little confused as to why her babies had abandoned her. One mother in particular was extremely perturbed, and continued to whine at us for the whole time we were there. Since she was chained up, some metres away, that was all she could do to tell us - and her puppies - that she was unhappy.
As you can probably guess, we spent a lot of time photographing the puppies at play. Unlike the adults (who were suffering in the heat), the babies were energetic and enthusiastic in their play-fighting. I could have watched them for hours.
I feel sad to think that in a few months, they'll all be chained alongside their older relatives. I bet they can't wait for the relative freedom of winter, when they at least get to run, even if there is a sled to pull.