I am having a blast with my little turd of a Cardigan, Ace. He is waddling around the flat, dodging the stink eye-stares of the cats, and is pretty much in love with both my husband and me. But if there's one thing he doesn't do, it's play with toys.

Kong stuffed to the brim with peanut butter (which is a pain to find here in France) and treats, a brightly colored tug rope, squeaky fuzzy animals of various shapes, you name it and this dog doesn't want to have anything to do…

Oh lawdy lawd. I have been waiting for this day for over six months and let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing like watching a corgi puppy wriggle his way around, when you know it's YOURS!

Ace has been a fantastic little gentleman straight from the get go. He miraculously didn't soil his crate, although his ravenous hunger and heightened thirst would explain it. He barely made a peep when he was in the storage hangar. His human mother, father and uncle on the…