Ethan Switch - Thursday, 25 December, 2003 - 22:42:50 - print it raw
Dripping flesh of one dog in the mouth of another, Princess Anne of England made her way across the globe on news services as one still likely to favour ongoing carnage over a swift downing of a canine. The death of the Queen's corgi, Pharos at the bull terrier, Dottie, shows that anything can be tenuous. Or tendons tender.
Written up as the cap to another annus horribilis, the arse end of a year for the Queen. All that has been going on in the royal family and she still doesn't give in. Wise in the face of conspiracy theories to take her out by the most cleanest method possible. It's been said of the perfect crime, "if no one suspects that it is anything more than an accident, genius."
Docile and humble pets can be easily turned into a plot for some show about three geeks with friends in a fictitious arm of the FBI. But as monkeys are far from sight, why not a rampaging dog known for its outbursts? One that can attack a beloved corgi of the Queen of England? Had Dottie done her job right, Prince Charles would indeed be the new Queen and Pharos would still be tramping around the Royal grounds.
The subsequent clearing of Dottie's name leads to the thought that Florence might be a rogue agent in the pack. One more nefarious than first thought.
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