No matter how hard she tries, poor Camilla will always be relegated to the Rottweiler category.
Witness her appearance with the dried-out old Royal sausage Charles at the Commonwealth Games - trotted out in heavy tights, more like compression stockings, under her rather frumpy frock.
For goodness sake, the temperature was a muggy 35 degree Celsius [for our American readers, just double it and add 30 = 100 degrees F].
So while hubby Charles grimaced his way through clenched teeth, performing useless Royal niceties, old Camilla huffed and puffed and panted her way through the event like the faithful Rottweiler she is. With nary a bone or doggie biscuit thrown her way.
Then to add insult to injury, the hapless Delhi Games chief who has been under the media glare for so long [some deserved, much maliciously made-up] publicly thanked Princess Diana for her gracious presence.
Ouch that had to hurt - more clenched teeth anyone? Perhaps the Royal sausage felt her dry nose & patted her on the head - as in "Good Girl Camilla".