I'm sitting next to Jim, who is very sad and you can see why. Jock bloodied his ear and now we have to keep it in a plastic hoop. No good huh? We should make Jock wear it as well for what he did to Jim, but I don't think that he will enjoy that. So today, about today. Well we should probably start with yesterday first. And I only start with yesterday because it came first. Fair enough? I was a busy little bundle of baby burgundy bath towels yesterday. I was running to and fro to get things done for my internship.
I didn't have any actual meetings that I had to be at, but I still had plenty to do. I went by a second language school to offer my services. It was called Regent Language School. I met a nice bloke their named Rupert and between them and the people at BasilPaterson, I should be able to get some experience in a classroom setting as far as languages go. I'm excited about that.
Here is a little wee (redundant) trinket for you. Errands take all day here. I only had like 3 things to do all day long, but it took me all day because of trying to get places. I spent 1.5 hours walking and sometime on the bus as well. I got paid yesterday and had it deposited in the bank, which is exciting. I want to say thanks again to all who have been amazing enough to give to my work here. It really has been great and God is doing a lot here.
I do want to bring your attention to a small creature of certain won
der. I have seen this little dog a few times now and I always see people gawking over it and snapping photos. Even someone standing with the dog. I thought how odd, and chalked it up to European curiosity. There is a little gig near here that I like to hang out in during the day. So you can imagine my surprise when I am waiting patiently in Regent language school and I see a picture of this dog on the wall. I knew immediately that I must photograph it. I figured it must be special so I took the long hike out there to hang out in my spot and read my Bible and decided to take a shot of it. Still don't know what the big deal is. It's a cute dog, but still. It's not even that impressive of a statue. We may never know the mystery behind this little guy. He has a sign, but it makes no sense at all. You know, even there was an answer, sometimes enigmas are better and easier to wrap your head around.
Oh right, I promised you taps, but that will have to wait until after my meeting at Starbucks. Cheers
Ian
der. I have seen this little dog a few times now and I always see people gawking over it and snapping photos. Even someone standing with the dog. I thought how odd, and chalked it up to European curiosity. There is a little gig near here that I like to hang out in during the day. So you can imagine my surprise when I am waiting patiently in Regent language school and I see a picture of this dog on the wall. I knew immediately that I must photograph it. I figured it must be special so I took the long hike out there to hang out in my spot and read my Bible and decided to take a shot of it. Still don't know what the big deal is. It's a cute dog, but still. It's not even that impressive of a statue. We may never know the mystery behind this little guy. He has a sign, but it makes no sense at all. You know, even there was an answer, sometimes enigmas are better and easier to wrap your head around.Oh right, I promised you taps, but that will have to wait until after my meeting at Starbucks. Cheers
Ian
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The story about the dog, he is Greyfriars Bobby.
The Skye terrier was a faithful dog who refused to leave the grave of his master, John Gray, a farmer from Midlothian, upon his death. John Gray took the dog to the market in Edinburgh every Wednesday. After the one o'clock gun sounded, he would have lunch in a restaurant near Greyfriars.
After his death, Bobby would continue to come to the restaurant, but only when he was forced by hunger to leave his master's grave. For 14 years he watched over the grave, stirring the emotions of the people of Edinburgh.
The gardener and keeper of Greyfriars tried on many occasions to evict Bobby but in the end they took pity on him. He was built a shelter nearby and was fed regularly. Bobby never spent a night away from his master's grave even in the most dismal weather conditions.
The story of Greyfriars Bobby -- not Greyfriars Bobbie -- spread and soon, his story became one of Edinburgh's unique stories. When Bobby died, he was buried in Greyfriars. A bronze statue was sculpted for the small dog, which now stands just outside the kirk gates.
So there you go! Now you know the whole story!
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