There is also the wolf of Gubbio. A large wolf was harassing the town, so St. Francis of Assisi, known for his connection to animals, spoke to the wolf in God's name, and it never attacked anyone again. The townsfolk feed the wolf for two years before it's death. When renovating the local church, the bones of a large canine were found.
The French dog Guinefort is actually the Welsh Gelert. In the Welsh version, he is the favourite hound of Llywelyn the Great, King of Gwynedd, and the location of his grave is a real place, Beddgelert, where there is a modern monument to him. However, most scholars now believe that Beddgelert is actually named after a much earlier - human - Saint. The story of the dog may be a conflation of the true story of Llywelyn executing an English prisoner who was found in a compromising position with the King's wife. At least this means we need not believe the heart breaking story about him killing his faithful dog.
I was thrilled to learn my husband is a descendant of Llywelyn the Great as we have adopted retired racing greyhounds exclusively for 25 years. They are sweetest, most laid back dogs and have been wonderful pet therapy ambassadors for me. I currently have our Archibald, who tuned 5 on Dec 18th, laying in my lap getting belly rubs. He’s a 96 lb ex racer who retired at 18 months after never winning a training race. He’s an XL hound that thinks he’s a tiny lap dog!
@@MiasmaReading We are both the lucky ones! We live in Birmingham, AL just about 5 miles from the track here. We decided to adopt a racer as my husbands aunt in FL had one I adored. We adopted Ava and I became a volunteer at the adoption center and actually saw how they were treated and cared for which was very good. Our adoption group was the most prolific in the US as we had a large box truck outfitted with heating, AC and kennels so they could drive groups of 10 hounds at time to affiliated adoption groups all over the US and Canada. All adoptions were prescreened, home visited, and documents were signed that required the adopting person to return the hound to us if they could not keep it at any point in their life. We also had legal rights to seize the hound if abuse was found by local authorities. A few years after we adopted our first hound Ava, I became critically ill due to genetic disease ADPKD. Ava became my pet therapy dog and was Hand & Paw Therapy dog certified. She was completely dedicated to me and was able to tell when I was having heart arrhythmias that would cause me to pass out. She would block my path and herd me to a chair before I started feeling dizzy. If I did pass out, she would lay next to me licking my hand or face and wouldn’t let anyone but family touch me until I was alert again. We lost her right before her 13th bday. Augie was our 2nd hound who had raced Grade A and fractured his hock. He rehabbed and returned to racing at B level until almost 5 yrs old. He was a tank of hound at 96 lbs of solid muscle and loved to run and race. We lost him at age 10. The we adopted my absolute angel Atticus. He had broken a leg as a pup and had a deformed leg as the break was on the growth plate. He was the absolute sweetest, most loving being I ever met. He was my furry soul mate and always at my side helping with keeping my balance and was Pet Therapy Certified. He had stayed on his breeders family farm as a pet with his parents. But when the racing ban hit, the family farm breeders were the first to lose everything and his breeder lost their farm. Our Director of the adoption adopted his sire Ford and adopted Atticus. Our track was still open but projected to close. Atticus & Ford were closely bonded and we spent as much time at the adoption center as I could in my better days. In 2022, We had our hearts broken when he developed Osteosarcoma which is the major health issues that giant breeds all are at high risk for. It was the height of the pandemic and I had been on total home isolation as I was awaiting a kidney transplant. It took him so fast and were houndless for the first time in 20 yrs. There were only 2 US tracks left and I was so isolated at home only allowed to get out for Dr appts. My friends in the greyhound community that I used to volunteer with, made a miracle happen. The few greyhound adoption groups left in the US had a 2 yr wait list. My friends made some calls and a wonderful group called GFRT in Knoxville moved us to the top of list. A month later we traveled to Knoxville and met our Archibald. He was very shy and bit neurotic and needed us and our quiet life as much as we needed him. He was huge at 95lbs and we love those big boys! After he adjusted to his new life he blossomed into the smartest of all our hounds. He knows 13 verbals commands and 8 sign language commands and is so happy and outgoing. He’s still afraid of birds, thinks a 5 lb lap dog and goes almost everywhere with me. He’s a bit of celebrity in our suburb because everyone gets a good laugh seeing him in his sweaters, coats, pjs and costumes depending on the temp and time of year. I’m only 5’2” so walking with him on lead looks like I’m walking a pony!
I have an old French movie titled ‘The Sorceress’…beautifully made, and it begins with the legend of San Guinefort. The rhyme goes ‘San Guinefort, San Guinefort, por la vie o por la mort’! It’s a great movie, see it if you can! The tradition of a wise woman tending the shrine ended in 1936!!!!
Why do animals always have to suffer at the hands of human stupidity, why was the nurse out of the castle? Surely she should have been punished for her negligence.
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There is also the wolf of Gubbio. A large wolf was harassing the town, so St. Francis of Assisi, known for his connection to animals, spoke to the wolf in God's name, and it never attacked anyone again. The townsfolk feed the wolf for two years before it's death. When renovating the local church, the bones of a large canine were found.
The French dog Guinefort is actually the Welsh Gelert. In the Welsh version, he is the favourite hound of Llywelyn the Great, King of Gwynedd, and the location of his grave is a real place, Beddgelert, where there is a modern monument to him.
However, most scholars now believe that Beddgelert is actually named after a much earlier - human - Saint. The story of the dog may be a conflation of the true story of Llywelyn executing an English prisoner who was found in a compromising position with the King's wife. At least this means we need not believe the heart breaking story about him killing his faithful dog.
In my research, people have compared Guinefort and Gelert’s stories but they seem to be two separate dogs.
It may be a standard trope in folk tales - the hasty act resulting in the loss of a faithful friend.
I was thrilled to learn my husband is a descendant of Llywelyn the Great as we have adopted retired racing greyhounds exclusively for 25 years. They are sweetest, most laid back dogs and have been wonderful pet therapy ambassadors for me. I currently have our Archibald, who tuned 5 on Dec 18th, laying in my lap getting belly rubs. He’s a 96 lb ex racer who retired at 18 months after never winning a training race. He’s an XL hound that thinks he’s a tiny lap dog!
@@aliciahowell9617 aww. they are lucky to have you guys in their lives.
@@MiasmaReading We are both the lucky ones! We live in Birmingham, AL just about 5 miles from the track here. We decided to adopt a racer as my husbands aunt in FL had one I adored. We adopted Ava and I became a volunteer at the adoption center and actually saw how they were treated and cared for which was very good. Our adoption group was the most prolific in the US as we had a large box truck outfitted with heating, AC and kennels so they could drive groups of 10 hounds at time to affiliated adoption groups all over the US and Canada. All adoptions were prescreened, home visited, and documents were signed that required the adopting person to return the hound to us if they could not keep it at any point in their life. We also had legal rights to seize the hound if abuse was found by local authorities.
A few years after we adopted our first hound Ava, I became critically ill due to genetic disease ADPKD. Ava became my pet therapy dog and was Hand & Paw Therapy dog certified. She was completely dedicated to me and was able to tell when I was having heart arrhythmias that would cause me to pass out. She would block my path and herd me to a chair before I started feeling dizzy. If I did pass out, she would lay next to me licking my hand or face and wouldn’t let anyone but family touch me until I was alert again. We lost her right before her 13th bday. Augie was our 2nd hound who had raced Grade A and fractured his hock. He rehabbed and returned to racing at B level until almost 5 yrs old. He was a tank of hound at 96 lbs of solid muscle and loved to run and race. We lost him at age 10. The we adopted my absolute angel Atticus. He had broken a leg as a pup and had a deformed leg as the break was on the growth plate. He was the absolute sweetest, most loving being I ever met. He was my furry soul mate and always at my side helping with keeping my balance and was Pet Therapy Certified. He had stayed on his breeders family farm as a pet with his parents. But when the racing ban hit, the family farm breeders were the first to lose everything and his breeder lost their farm. Our Director of the adoption adopted his sire Ford and adopted Atticus. Our track was still open but projected to close. Atticus & Ford were closely bonded and we spent as much time at the adoption center as I could in my better days. In 2022, We had our hearts broken when he developed Osteosarcoma which is the major health issues that giant breeds all are at high risk for. It was the height of the pandemic and I had been on total home isolation as I was awaiting a kidney transplant. It took him so fast and were houndless for the first time in 20 yrs. There were only 2 US tracks left and I was so isolated at home only allowed to get out for Dr appts. My friends in the greyhound community that I used to volunteer with, made a miracle happen. The few greyhound adoption groups left in the US had a 2 yr wait list. My friends made some calls and a wonderful group called GFRT in Knoxville moved us to the top of list. A month later we traveled to Knoxville and met our Archibald. He was very shy and bit neurotic and needed us and our quiet life as much as we needed him. He was huge at 95lbs and we love those big boys! After he adjusted to his new life he blossomed into the smartest of all our hounds. He knows 13 verbals commands and 8 sign language commands and is so happy and outgoing. He’s still afraid of birds, thinks a 5 lb lap dog and goes almost everywhere with me. He’s a bit of celebrity in our suburb because everyone gets a good laugh seeing him in his sweaters, coats, pjs and costumes depending on the temp and time of year. I’m only 5’2” so walking with him on lead looks like I’m walking a pony!
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I have an old French movie titled ‘The Sorceress’…beautifully made, and it begins with the legend of San Guinefort. The rhyme goes ‘San Guinefort, San Guinefort, por la vie o por la mort’! It’s a great movie, see it if you can! The tradition of a wise woman tending the shrine ended in 1936!!!!
that's so cool! I'll give it a watch!
Historical fiction book "The Inquisitors Tale" features a modified version of this story but I didn't know it was based on actual folklore.
There is a near identical story from Wales. The tale of Gelert. I wonder which one is older?
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Sounds suspiosly similar to an aesops fable with the same plot.
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Why do animals always have to suffer at the hands of human stupidity, why was the nurse out of the castle? Surely she should have been punished for her negligence.
Thats a good boy!!! :/
A snake in the south of France would be nothing more than a garden snake. Nothing of any size or threat.
Couldn't I have been an adder.