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Skills :   Queen Victoria's final dog, Willow was often referred to as 'the power under the throne.' Doted on by her elderly mistress, Willow was cossetted from an early age. When her beloved owner died in 1901 it was Willow who led the funeral procession through the streets of London, causing it to halt for ten minutes when she accepted a sexual offer from a gentleman mourner in Pall Mall.

      Willow then divided her time between Buckingham Palace and the Scottish Balmoral estate where she was the favourite of Mr. Brown, the itinerant ghillie, becoming his lifelong friend and valued lover. After his death she became somewhat listless, travelling from official fuction to function, performing the necessary duties but without excitement or vigour. It became clear to Royal dog-watchers that something was missing from her life, something that all the glamour and money in the world could not buy.

     Her problems were solved ( or so she thought) in 1912 when she fell madly in love with Edward Saxe-Coburg Gotha, the Prince of Wales. Edward (later to briefly become King Edward VIII) returned her passion, and for the first time since Victoria's death, Willow seemed truly happy. Tragically, their love was short-lived.

Word came through that the King )perhaps jealous) was furious about their passionate relationship and would refuse to allow Edward to succeed to the throne if the affair continued. After a furious row with his father, Edward was more than prepared to sacrifice the throne of England for the love of his short-haired temptress, but Willow realised that this was a sacrifice too far. tearfully, she told Edward that his future belonged to the people of England and not to her. realising that his country needed him and his leadership skills, Edward reluctantly acquiesced.
Willow departed for a new life in America that year, travelling on the White Star Steamer Titanic. It is believed that the heartbroken bitch went down with all hands, especially the band.

So there we have it. The sad tale of Willow III brings us up to date with the Whoredog story. The sacrifices, inventions and skillfulness of the Victorian Whoredogs have been refined and passed down through the years, culminating in this type of dog (pictured). 'Butch Crescent' here reveals all the attributes of her forefathers and mothers, all beautifully honed by evolution into the top-grade, rocket-fuelled modern lady here illustrated. Let us pause to doff our hats to those who have gone before and those who have fallen in the pursuit of pleasure. The greatest testament to the Victorian Whoredogs must be that without them, modern Whoredoggery would be unrecognisable. We owe them a great debt of pleasure, from the highest king to this squinty-eyed blond child. He knows that in a few years, his lust will be slaked by this shaggy vixen, and that it is all possible because of the bitches of yesteryear and their lust-powered hips. Three cheers for da bitches!