News, but not the serious kind
You’re a mean one, Mister Grinch…
Man, I hope this guy is proud of himself.
But let me back up a minute.
When I was a boy, there was a Disney movie about a plucky little terrier who went to Edinburgh with his master, who then died. The dog kept a 14-year vigil at his master’s grave, passing away himself in 1872.
Watching this as a child required more tissues than I could even carry into the theater. The movie was called “Greyfriars Bobby, the True Story of a Dog.”
Since then, there have been other movies and books about Bobby. There is even a bronze statue of sweet Bobby in the cemetery, which I myself have visited in Edinburgh.
Now meet Jan Bondeson, a so-called historian who suddenly tells us the whole story was just a Victorian business stunt to make money.
Bondeson says the real Bobby was just a stray mutt bribed with food to stay in the graveyard, and that he really died in 1867 and was replaced by another “Bobby,” much like they did with Senator Strom Thurmond here for so many years.
Maybe the Disney folks should reissue their movie, and Bondeson can follow it from cinema to cinema, interrupting it to point out the flaws to small sobbing children, before turning his attention to “Old Yeller” and “Bambi.”
But if he does, I’m sure it won’t spend five minutes in the cemetery when the historian finally buys the farm.
Hey, ain’t that Old Man Bondeson’s dog runnin’ out of the graveyard over yonder?
I’ve never seen him wagging his tail like that! Lookit that little feller scamper!
Left and right, assorted Greyfriar’s Bobby films and books.