Springtime in the Pembroke countryside was always lovely. Morning dew melted into freshly cut grass. Leaves hinted to bud on the trees. Flowers abound in all kinds and colors. Spring aroma filled the air. Sunshine and crystal blue sky weather every day.
He adored the spring season, especially with its touch of warmth. His daily routine began early at the rise of springtime dawn.
There is something you should know about him - he is the prince of Pembroke and was born into royalty. His family history dates as far as written records began.
If you unfold his story, you will find that Prince Pembroke is actually a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. His mother, if you will, is the duchess of Pembroke and has long been fond of the Pembroke Welsh Corgi breed as has her mother and mother before her. And so his history in the family reflects her history and every Pembroke Welsh Corgi before him was honorably titled "Prince" or "Princess."
The duke of Pembroke was often away on royal duty, so the duchess tended to her royal pup every day - a task she never minded. Morning and noontime walks were enjoyable for exercise and chasing rascal rabbits (oh boy did he like this!). He was very proper with his potty breaks.
At the end of every day, after supper, he slowly fell asleep in front of the living room fireplace as his human mother took to a good book.
It's good to be a prince.
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