I should point out at this early stage that Roman numerals aren't my strong suit. If these thread titles get beyond about XIII, I'll be coming up with combinations that would have any respectable Roman wetting his toga laughing.
Now where was I? Ah yes. The bane of my life. It wasn't so much that there wasn't room in the house for two dogs. There was. I'm a sociable chap, my level of self-esteem is on the plus side of normal, I can cope with company of my ilk.
Here's the problem. She wasn't a dog. She was a princess. Where did she sleep? On her owner's bed. I hear a chorus of "that's not unusual". How about sleeping on her owner's pillow wrapped around her owner's head? Cupping my oversized paw to my oversized ear, what do I hear?
Oops. Hang on. That's Italian. I'm not in Italy yet.
So you're getting my drift? As far as sharing lodgings with princesses go, it was like trying to live under the same roof with Barbra Streisand.
And speaking of Barbra Streisand, here she is primed to launch into "Evergreen":