Giro the Nazi Dog review
The Nazis bombed us to bits in the Blitz and we'll never forgive them for that, but we always exempt this furry little fella because he was a dog -- the tragic terrier of the German ambassador, Leopold von Hoesch.
By all accounts von Hoesch was one of the good guys. He came from the days of the Weimar Republic and only found himself working for the Nazis in the twilight of his career. It was during his final few years in London that he fell in love with a hairy little rascal called Giro. I always imagine Giro as a rascal -- he certainly sounds like a rascal. I'm guessing that he was the kind of puppy who chewed through your newspaper and snapped at your feet every time you tried to stroke him. He probably barked at all the cars and all the leaves falling off the trees. But unfortunately he was also a bit stupid.
Von Hoesch was reportedly so distraught at his Teutonic terrier's terrible end that he buried him in the embassy's garden under the inscription: 'Giro. A faithful companion. London in February 1934. Hoesch'.
Two years later he was dead as well and Hitler sent a more committed Nazi to replace him. Then war broke out. So I suppose Giro was the doggy equivalent of Archduke Ferdinand in World War I. If he hadn't chewed through that cable then von Hoesch wouldn't have died of a broken heart and he could have worked with Britain to avert a global catastrophe. It was all Giro's fault!
But what happened to his barbecued bones?
It seems that somebody accidentally dug them up whilst building an underground car park in the 1960s and nobody knows where they went. A builder found his tiny tombstone on a tip and placed it against a nearby tree, which is where it remains today.
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