Bobby Our Hero
Thursday, September 24, 2009 Posted by revalbertkang
Written by my own paws - Mercy
This morning, while we were having our breakfast, Daddy told us a story. It was so touching that Goodness and I wept. I will try my best to repeat the story here.
Great many moons ago, way back in the 19th Century, in a place known as Edinburgh in eh... Scotland, there was a handsome dashing amazing dog known as Bobby. He was not from our royal breed but a Skye Terrier. Anyway, even a terrier can be a hero. Bobby had a very good daddy whose name was John Gray. I bet this Mr. Gray may be as kind as our very own Daddy Albert. Apparently, Bobby's daddy worked for the Edinburgh City Police as a night watchman. Our own Daddy is also like a night watchman because he loves to work throughout the night. Mommy always says that Daddy is like a night owl. We wonder why because Daddy looks more like a penguin than an owl.
Anyway, our hero and his daddy had a very close relationship and they were inseparable for about twenty-four moons. Then the poor daddy died of tuberculosis. Daddy said that it had something to do with his lungs. Goodness and I discussed about this disease - maybe he had ice in his lungs because Daddy said that Edinburgh was very cold. It was 15 February 1858 when Bobby's daddy left this earth. Imagine, that must be many many moons ago. Goodness and I cannot even count that far because we don't have enough toes to do so. So... Bobby lost his daddy when he was very young... poor thing!
Bobby's daddy was buried in a graveyard at Greyfriars Kirk. Now for the best part of this story - our hero lived for another 14 long years. Mmmm, that must be many many moons again. Well, our faithful Bobby spent the rest of his life guarding his daddy's grave. Next time, when our daddy goes to heaven, we will also guard his grave. Ooop, Mommy does not want us to talk about that.
The kind people of a nearby restaurant fed our dear hero. That kept him alive. Goodness and I also love restaurant food. We must ask Mommy to bury Daddy near a restaurant. Ooop! Not saying anymore. During the winter time, when those icy soft stuffs known as snows fell, Bobby stayed with some of the people living around that area. When the weather became warmer, he would go and check his daddy's grave. Goodness and I have never seen snows in our lives. Daddy said that they are like ice cream. Maybe the reason why Bobby lived for such a long time was because he ate lots of ice cream snows.
Bobby was never adopted and so he never had another daddy to care for him. Nothing was said about Bobby's mommy. Mmmm, maybe he never had a mommy. So, Bobby was an orphan. Then apparently the government issued a stupid law that required all orphaned dogs to be killed. Bad! Bad! That law meant that Bobby had to be killed. So so cruel!
Thankfully, a kind man, Sir William Chambers, paid for Bobby's dog licence. You see this good man was the Lord Provost of Edinburgh. Daddy said that this man was a very important man and people had to address him as "your excellency'. I tried to get Goodness to address me as "your excellency" but she just ignored my request. No respect! Bow wow wow.
By the way, Sir William was also a big man who was in charge of all animals - he was the director of the Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. He protected Bobby and no one dared to touch him. Year after year, moon after moon, our hero guarded the grave of his daddy. Then in 1872, Bobby grew old and left for our doggies heaven. After he died, he was buried within the gate of Greyfriars Kirkyard, a short distance from his daddy's grave.
The people were so impressed by the dedication and love of Bobby that they made a statute of our hero. Looking at his statue, we notice that he was such a handsome fella. In 1981, the Dog Aid Society of Scotland erected a red granite stone gravestone for our hero at his burial site. On that beautiful gravestone was engraved these wonderful words - "Greyfriars Bobby - died 14th January 1872 - aged 16 years - Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all."
Bobby was honored in many movies and songs. However, today, Goodness and I honor Bobby by saluting this loyal son of John Gray with our very own paws. Bow wow wow.
Great many moons ago, way back in the 19th Century, in a place known as Edinburgh in eh... Scotland, there was a handsome dashing amazing dog known as Bobby. He was not from our royal breed but a Skye Terrier. Anyway, even a terrier can be a hero. Bobby had a very good daddy whose name was John Gray. I bet this Mr. Gray may be as kind as our very own Daddy Albert. Apparently, Bobby's daddy worked for the Edinburgh City Police as a night watchman. Our own Daddy is also like a night watchman because he loves to work throughout the night. Mommy always says that Daddy is like a night owl. We wonder why because Daddy looks more like a penguin than an owl.
Anyway, our hero and his daddy had a very close relationship and they were inseparable for about twenty-four moons. Then the poor daddy died of tuberculosis. Daddy said that it had something to do with his lungs. Goodness and I discussed about this disease - maybe he had ice in his lungs because Daddy said that Edinburgh was very cold. It was 15 February 1858 when Bobby's daddy left this earth. Imagine, that must be many many moons ago. Goodness and I cannot even count that far because we don't have enough toes to do so. So... Bobby lost his daddy when he was very young... poor thing!
Bobby's daddy was buried in a graveyard at Greyfriars Kirk. Now for the best part of this story - our hero lived for another 14 long years. Mmmm, that must be many many moons again. Well, our faithful Bobby spent the rest of his life guarding his daddy's grave. Next time, when our daddy goes to heaven, we will also guard his grave. Ooop, Mommy does not want us to talk about that.
The kind people of a nearby restaurant fed our dear hero. That kept him alive. Goodness and I also love restaurant food. We must ask Mommy to bury Daddy near a restaurant. Ooop! Not saying anymore. During the winter time, when those icy soft stuffs known as snows fell, Bobby stayed with some of the people living around that area. When the weather became warmer, he would go and check his daddy's grave. Goodness and I have never seen snows in our lives. Daddy said that they are like ice cream. Maybe the reason why Bobby lived for such a long time was because he ate lots of ice cream snows.
Bobby was never adopted and so he never had another daddy to care for him. Nothing was said about Bobby's mommy. Mmmm, maybe he never had a mommy. So, Bobby was an orphan. Then apparently the government issued a stupid law that required all orphaned dogs to be killed. Bad! Bad! That law meant that Bobby had to be killed. So so cruel!
Thankfully, a kind man, Sir William Chambers, paid for Bobby's dog licence. You see this good man was the Lord Provost of Edinburgh. Daddy said that this man was a very important man and people had to address him as "your excellency'. I tried to get Goodness to address me as "your excellency" but she just ignored my request. No respect! Bow wow wow.
By the way, Sir William was also a big man who was in charge of all animals - he was the director of the Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. He protected Bobby and no one dared to touch him. Year after year, moon after moon, our hero guarded the grave of his daddy. Then in 1872, Bobby grew old and left for our doggies heaven. After he died, he was buried within the gate of Greyfriars Kirkyard, a short distance from his daddy's grave.
The people were so impressed by the dedication and love of Bobby that they made a statute of our hero. Looking at his statue, we notice that he was such a handsome fella. In 1981, the Dog Aid Society of Scotland erected a red granite stone gravestone for our hero at his burial site. On that beautiful gravestone was engraved these wonderful words - "Greyfriars Bobby - died 14th January 1872 - aged 16 years - Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all."
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