Bull-booi, the Jack Russell, is no more. On Sunday he gave one last desperate charge around the pool to shoo off the baboon troop, and then, instead of alertly standing guard, he uncharacteristically retired to his basket. His little heart gave out in the early hours of Monday. He never gave as much as a bark or a whimper. Stoic to the end, the tough little bugger.

In his long life he confronted cobras, was twice run over by speeding drivers in Lighthouse Road, corralled porcupines, swam with otters and — being such a handsome specimen — survived numerous “dognappings” by local do-gooders. He snatched my brother-in-law’s Sunday roast, deposited moles in our bed and once even tore into an imposing hardcover volume of Evelyn Waugh’s best-known works. ..

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