My first encounter with a royal dog came in November 1990, when I rather nervously accepted an invitation to lunch at Clarence House to discuss my forthcoming biography of Prince Philip. Ushered into a drawing room by an equerry, I was introduced first to the Queen Mother, then Princess Margaret and finally one of the small brown barrels of fur sitting on the carpet. The corgi gazed up... Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2029871/Queen-controls-Labradors-800-yards-just-using-hand-signals-whistles.html#ixzz1WEuqI8m0
