Corgis and velvet were incompatible. The little chap was so patently adorable that no one minded – they simply paused to pet him and tell him how marvelous he was. He had a tendency to stare deeply into one’s eyes and then roll over given the slightest sign of affection. Lord Kirby was instantly enamored, and named the puppy The Tragedy of the Commons, as if he were a racing steed instead of a dog.
