Queen Trains Corgis to Attack Boris Johnson if He Ever Comes to Palace Again
Yappy, snappy ankle-biters! As the Queen mourns death of the corgi that starred in James Bond stunt, why she loves her pooches ‒ as much as the rest of the Palace hates them
- 13-year-old Monty passed away over the weekend
- Holly and Willow are the Queen's only remaining corgis
- Buried in special corgi cemetery at Balmoral
The Queen has loved corgis from a very immature historic period and the loss of 13-year-old Monty will hitting Her Majesty hard
End all the clocks, cut off the telephone, lower the imperial standard to just half-way. Which might sound a slightly melodramatic response to the death of a 12in alpine dog with huge flappy ears, stumpy legs, a penchant for biting ankles and a bohemian attitude to personal hygiene. Only Monty the corgi was not just whatever dog.
He was i of the Queen'south three remaining corgis, her co-star in the James Bond skit for the Olympics opening anniversary and her abiding (if occasionally incontinent) companion.
His death at Balmoral over the weekend has thrown Her Majesty into extreme mourning and the Royal Household into, well, if not mourning, and so at least a respectful (if highly relieved) silence.
Poor sometime Monty. Never again volition he loll near in the Queen'southward private sitting room, avid himself on fillet steak, buttered scones and occasional chambermaids.
Gone are the endless holidays in Sandringham and Balmoral, the helicopter rides and limousine drives and the daily vandalising of the purple flowerbeds and lawns. Never once again will he trot downwards Buckingham Palace'southward thick carpeted corridors with 007 at his side, or hear Prince Philip swear: 'Bloody dogs! Why do you have to have so many?' Or, indeed, the Queen's stock response: 'Because they are so collectable, my dear'.
Monty's death reduces the Queen's corgi pack to two, Holly and Willow, plus ii dorgis (corgi/daschund crosses), Candy and Vulcan.
Which is a fleck of a comedown after the exciting days of nine or ten corgis, plus countless dorgis, when Princess Diana referred to them as 'a moving carpet' and Paul Burrell, once personal footman to the Queen, claimed that he was knocked unconscious when nine leashed corgis pulled him over on the steps at Sandringham.
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Star performer: 13-yr-former Monty has passed away non long after he was watched by millions in the Olympics Games opening ceremony moving-picture show
Monty strolled through Buckingham Palace behind Daniel Craig and the Queen
Monty won't be replaced. Three years agone, devastated by the loss of two more of her dear pets to cancer, the Queen decided not to replace her remaining corgis by breeding — as she had done for more than 65 years — but to let her honey matter come to a natural finish.
In the meantime, withal, life for Holly, Willow, Processed and Vulcan will go along as usual. Each day starts with a brisk early on walk with a footman. When the Queen wakes, they dash to her room and accompany her to breakfast, where they yap and jump for slices of toast and marmalade — fed to them from the table.
At that place's a daily walk after lunch — the Queen in her headscarf, the dogs careering through flowerbeds and ripping up lawns — followed by dinner, dished up by the Queen, if she'southward free, in highly polished metallic bowls.
It'due south not any old dinner. All food is cooked from scratch (in that location was uproar in Balmoral a few years ago when the Queen suspected some of the nutrient in the gleaming dog bowls had previously been frozen) and a new corgi card is typed and posted to the kitchen wall daily.
Former royal chef Darren McGrady, who worked for the Queen for xi years, said: 'I 24-hour interval it would be chuck steak, which we boiled and served with finely chopped, boiled cabbage and white rice. The next they'd take poached chicken or liver. Or rabbits shot past William or Harry that we'd clean, cook, debone and chop for the dogs.'
The Queen has e'er taken pleasance in walking her dogs as she shows here while walking them round Windsor
Non forgetting their special gravy and hot scones, broiled daily, served with lashings of butter and crumbled onto the flooring past the Queen each afternoon.
But while she adores her corgis and they conspicuously adore her (any sighting of the Queen is preceded by the pitter-patter of little feet), no 1 else in the Royal Household seems to experience the same way. Every bit i footman said: 'They're yappy, snappy and we bloody well hate them — considering for some reason the Queen volition not let them to be fully house-trained.'
And woe betide anyone who pets them. At an breezy Palace lunch, a well-meaning guest was rebuked with a precipitous: 'Leave them alone please. They are my dogs, they don't like other people petting them.'
Brian Hoey, author of Not In Front Of The Corgis, a volume virtually life with the royals, says: 'Nobody is allowed to raise a finger or a voice to whatsoever of the dogs. They erect their legs and do what corgis do wherever they want — on antiquarian article of furniture, priceless carpets . . .'
Which is why the royal staff are armed with blotting paper (for mopping up fiddling accidents) and soda siphons (for squirting to become yapping dogs off juicy ankles).
While she has a reputation for existence rather house and tearing in other matters, the Queen is ridiculously soppy over her corgis and thinks of every teeny item that could make their lives even more luxurious — such as special rubber-soled booties (designed by the man who invented pocketknife-proof vests for the police) to protect their paws from all that smart royal gravel, and their Christmas stockings (filled with crackers, cakes and a strictly non-squeaking toy).
On patrol: The Queen with her corgis at Windsor Castle in 1962
Then in that location is their individual doggy palaces lined up in the corridor outside the Her Majesty's sitting room — smart wooden houses, thoughtfully raised off the flooring to avoid drafts and filled with soft (and daily laundered) bedding.
When the Queen has a dress plumbing equipment in the Palace, she even carries a special magnet to pick up the pins to stop the corgis pricking their paws.
Only for all her fussing, she'southward not afraid to go her hands dirty. She de-fleas them herself and dispenses cough mixture and homeopathic remedies, and is heavily involved in the breeding procedure.
She was once asked how, given the dissimilar heights, corgis and dachshunds were able to mate. 'It's very simple. Nosotros have a niggling brick,' was her crisp response.
Dear them or loathe them, the corgis (and dorgis) seem to have been function of majestic life for always.
It all started with the Queen as a young daughter playing in Hyde Park with her sister Margaret and a corgi belonging to Viscount Weymouth, who later became the Marquess of Bath. No one knew much about corgis then (other than they were once used to baby-sit cattle and were sufficiently agile to see off wolves), but the princesses were smitten and started lobbying for their own.
Constant companions: Arriving at Aberdeen Airdrome with her corgis to start her holidays in Balmoral in 1974
Dookie duly arrived as the family pet at the Yorks' London home, 145 Piccadilly, with a stump of a tail and a please in bitter politicians (at least 1 left haemorrhage from the paw).
But but when Susan was given to Elizabeth on her 18th birthday by her father did she accept her own dog. Susan became the matriarch of the regal corgi line and it was the beginning of a 68-yr honey affair.
She went everywhere the Queen (and Prince Philip) went — their honeymoon, their bed chamber — savaging people whenever she could.
Victims included royal clock winder Leonard Hubbard — she left an inch-long gash in his leg — and guardsman Alfred Border, who ended up in hospital after his wound went septic.
Prince Philip (who prefers labradors) has been fighting a losing battle confronting royal corgis ever since. Because when Susan went up to the nifty dog basket in the sky, her legacy (and appalling behaviour) lived on.
Her grandson Whisky tore the seat from a Guards officer'due south trousers. Corgis attacked Her Majesty'southward favourite German designer Karl-Ludwig Rehse. And, in 1989, Chipper, the Queen's favourite dorgi, was 'ripped to shreds' by one of the Queen Female parent'south corgis.
Walkies: The dogs accept a dip while walking with the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh in Scotland in 1994
In 1991, the Queen needed 3 stitches in her paw when she tried to stop a corgi fight at Windsor Castle. And, last month, Princess Beatrice's dog suffered horrible injuries after information technology was set upon by corgis in Balmoral.
But it'southward not been one-fashion traffic. In 2003, Pharos had to exist put downward afterwards beingness savaged by an English bull terrier owned by Princess Anne.
Possibly it's no surprise that the Queen has decided to stop replenishing her love corgis.
'She'due south letting them go,' says Hoey. 'She hopes they'll run into her out and that volition be that.
'The Queen's not a big crier. She's said to have only once shed tears in public: when the Regal Yacht Britannia was decommissioned in 1997, though it was a windy day.'
Nevertheless every bit Monty is laid to rest in the special corgi cemetery at Balmoral, below a specially commissioned headstone — Monty, a faithful royal companion for thirteen years — there are jump to be a few royal tears.
But perhaps just from Her Majesty. As Brian Hoey puts information technology: 'The Queen will be very, very, sad. But other members of the Royal Household will probably be able to contain their grief.'
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