Queen Lizzy has been stomping around Ontario this week, spending time gazing at Stevie Harper’s sweater-vest collection, and contemplating why Mikey Ignatieff hasn’t threaded his eye-brow (singular) lately.
I got to thinking about Her Majesty, and her proclivity towards collecting Corgi dogs. If I were the Queen, and I were naming my dogs, would I:
- Roll with serious human monikers like “Nigel” and “Bosworth”?
- Exercise my closeted desire to name things frivolously and go with names like “Bonkers” and “Schnooki” ?
- Be unabashedly pedestrian, and just call them “Brownie” “Blackie” and “Spot” ?
- Just call out “Hey! You! Dog! Come!” and hope for the best?
As it happens, the Queen currently has seven Corgi/Corgi cross canines (she also has Cocker Spaniels and breeds gun-dogs, but we’ll focus on the Corgi fetish.) 4 of them are Corgis. 3 of them are “Dorgis” (which, I’m told, is a Dachshund crossed with a Corgi.)
And their names? Drumroll please….
Corgis:
- Linnet
- Monty
- Willow
- Holly
Dorgis:
- Cider
- Candy
- Vulcan
Vulcan? I wouldn’t have called that one.
When asked how the short legged Doxies managed to mate with the larger Corgis, the Queen matter-of-factly stated:
“Oh, it’s quite simple. We have a little brick.”
Did she say the same thing when Charles rolled the hay bale up to Camilla? Yuk, yuk.
I can’t help but wonder if our beloved monarch dragged some/all of her canine menagerie with her on the visit, or if they were left to piddle on furniture back at Buckingham Place?
“A brick”? LOL
I’m less disturbed by the brick than I would be if she had little doggie Liberator pieces flying about the palace.
Still. *Ickles*