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Just a heads-up that we will begin celebrations of The Queen's Platinum Jubilee over the coming weeks with an exciting chance to win art prizes in our 'Best of British' painting competition, new and exclusive demonstrations and articles (including how to draw a corgi with our very own Glennis Weston), the chance to read the June 1952 issue of The Artist and more - make sure you are opted in to receive our e-newsletters to make sure you don't miss out!
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Corgis - we had a very beautiful dog, with rich golden fur - she was part Alsatian, part unidentified visiting sex-pest: as I took her out for a walk one day, a woman asked "Oh, she's lovely: is she a corgi?" The dog's head snapped smartly in her direction, as if in offence: "Sauce!", she seemed to say. I do like corgis, but our dog had legs twice to three times their length; NOT a corgi.
My memory of corgis in general is typified by one who waddled down the drive of our garage, and around the corner - a fiendish howl of hellish horror ensued, as the creature emerged, ran, whimpering and at super-corgi speed, back to its owner. I looked around the corner, expecting to find a decomposing body at least, and the neighbour's tomcat still stood there, twice his normal size with fur standing on end, his green eyes shining in his black face....
I've always had a soft spot for corgis since; not so much for cats. The Queen, in my patriotic opinion, chooses well. And if there's one thing I'm sure I can draw, it's a corgi - or, come to that, a cat.