Who knows? The royal family is a game of musical chairs, except the chairs are castles and the music is passive-aggressive gossip. Andrew’s move might be temporary—or eternity. It’s hard to tell when you’re a prince.
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One thing’s for sure: the corgis aren’t going anywhere. They’re legally part of the estate, probably. You can’t evict a corgi. It’s against the Geneva Conventions.
And Sandringham is perfect for them. Green fields, long hallways to zoom down, and a staff that probably knows every biscuit they like.
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I picture Andrew holding a leash, but the corgis are leading. “No, Your Royal Highness, we go this way. The mud is much better near the greenhouse.”
He probably looks like a dad who’s out of his depth but determined to do a good job. And honestly? That’s kind of charming. We all need a little redemption arc, even if it’s delivered by tiny, toasty-colored dogs.
If nothing else, this is the most relatable Andrew has ever been. He’s just a guy with dogs, living in the countryside, trying to keep the carpets clean.
