teddy bear massacre

A disaster of epic proportions has befallen the museum world. One of the world's premier collections of ursa theodorus* (aka, "teddy bears") was destroyed by a Doberman called Barney. Barney the Doberman was supposed to be GUARDING the $900,000 collection. Among the victims, a teddy once owned by Elvis. Maybe the lingering smell of peanut butter on that bear provoked Barney. Or he'd had it up to his canines at being surrounded with hundreds of thousands of dollars of fuzzy furry cuteness.

In any case, the manager of Wookey Hole Caves, where the teddy bear museum is located, comes in with a wonderful English understatement: "I've spoken to the bear's owner and he is not very pleased at all."

There's a moral in this story, I think. Something about glass houses and stones and dobermans and cute furry things not mixing.

*If my Latin's wrong, sue me. The only ancient language I know are snippets of Anglo-Saxon.