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….
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?