Alfred

My black dog Alfred picked up some poison this morning while we were walking, he found a small polythene bag and was chewing it, he wouldn’t let me get near enough to him to take it off him. On the way back to the house he started to stagger and then ran off into the bushes. He was dead soon after.

One of the villagers puts poison around the top of the village to kill wild boar. Why he does it I don’t know, there aren’t enough to do much harm to anything and so far he has killed about seven or eight dogs to my knowledge. I imagine the couple of brain cells he has must have collided with each other and sparked off an idea sometime in the past. Something has got to be done about him.

So it’s a very sad day at my place today, Alfie was a real softie, scared of nearly everybody and everything, I will miss him a lot.

R.I.P. Alfred