Usually, if your dog goes missing in your garden, it doesn’t take you too long to find him, but when you’re royal it’s a bit more complicated. Bigger garden for a start.
Apparently though, the Queen has been out searching Windsor Great Park for her granddaughter Princess Beatrice’s lost Norfolk Terrier, Max. Max was given to the Princess as a Christmas present seven years ago when she was thirteen. By the way, I still don’t agree with giving dogs as Christmas presents even when royalty is involved, but I suppose it’s easier to cope when you have servants on hand to scoop any poop and keep an eye on the little pup. (Note to self – get servants before I get next puppy, it’ll make things much easier.)
So last week Max was being walked in Windsor Great Park and he disappeared. He was not wearing a collar (another no-no) but he is microchipped. Beatrice is understandably extremely upset and has put up missing posters including a photo of Max in an effort to be reunited with him.
Here are a couple of links to newspaper coverage of Max’s disappearance: in the Daily Mail (www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1095327/Queen-searches-Windsor-Gre...) and in the Sun (www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/royals/article2041555.ece)
I sincerely hope Beatrice and her dog are reunited, and I would hate to be contemplating spending Christmas not knowing where my dog is, but I do think she could have the best publicity for spreading the message about Max – the Queen’s Christmas message.
If you don’t know, the Queen’s Christmas message is broadcast at three in the afternoon every Christmas Day. The whole of Britain stands to attention around their television set with a cup of tea to watch. Actually by then most of Britain is asleep in an armchair with a bellyful of turkey – not me because I stick to nut roast – but I think I’ve gone a little off topic.
So with the majority of Britain paying attention, I think if I was Beatrice, I would ask Granny to mention Max. Something along the lines of, “We would like to wish all of our peoples across the Commonwealth a very merry Christmas. And whoever’s got Beatrice’s dog, if you don’t give him back, it’ll be off with your head. Goodbye.”