Things we know and things WE THINK we know about
Lupo Cambridge

• My name is Lupo.  You can call me HRH Prince Lupo Cambridge to show me some respect.  I am after all the firstborn fur-child of The Duke & Duchess of Cambridge, future king and queen of England.
• I am a black, male cocker spaniel.  Not a labrador.  A spaniel!  Can't you see I've long ears?
• I joined the royal family shortly before Christmas 2011 when Pappy Wills & Mummy Kate adopted me from a "litter they know."  Word has it that they fell in love with me instantly. But of course they did!
• I am not a replacement for Widgeon.  I am not!!!
• My name is Italian for "wolf." No particular reason. They just liked the name.
• Mummy Kate revealed my name to the world on February 21, 2012 in Oxford.  How can she not when they were going to name a stuff toy after me!
• I have many homes.  One in Anglesey. One small one in Kensington Palace. But in 2013 I'm moving into larger apartments and will surely get to pick my own pen.  Thinking I'll take one in the top floor.
• I travel a lot too.  Stay in Bucklebury sometimes to visit my Middleton clan - love Granny Carole's cooking. And there are lots of party treats to steal when no one's looking.
• Oh and there are other places in Balmoral and Norfolk that I go to.  My habitat is oh so seasonal.  Can't wait for hunting season.  Such partridges and snappers to run after. 

• I love my walks along the beach or around Kensington Gardens with my humans.  Unleashed!  Watch out, paparazzi!
• I need royal protection officers too!  Photographers and journalists have been hounding (pun intended) me since I joined the royal family.  For some time, they were after my name!  Madness!
• My favourite treats are Duchy Originals buscuits c/o Grandpa Charlie.  But I get a lot of extras every time Mummy Kate comes back from work.  From people lining the streets to fancy shops like Fortnum & Mason.  People love feeding me!
• My playmate when in London - Beth the Jack Russell, though I have to go to Clarence House to find her.
• It's a wild doghouse when I'm in Balmoral with the corgis and the dorgis.  Linnet, Monty, Willow and Vulcan, to name a few.  There's too many of them and it gets rowdy around the great granny Lizzy.  But at least we get fresh meat everyday.
• All these pooches are smaller than me.  No doubt I'll grow up to be king indeed.  Except when in Bucklebury and faced with that old yellow lab.
• I'm keeping Mummy Kate company as Pappy flies choppers in the Falklands.  I hope he does not bring a pet pengiun home.  I cannot stand birds.