Yep, the dog always seems to sniff out a relevant clue!
The books centre around a Duchess (mid-thirties, widowed) who runs a high end interior design company with her gay best friend (catchphrase:
Oh my giddy aunt!). This leads them to be at various stately homes and they end up solving crimes that occur there- meanwhile the gruff northern detective officially in charge of royal investigations rubs the Duchess up the wrong way, but the dog loves him and I think it is only a matter of time before the Duchess admits she likes him too