October 23rd - November 14th

October 23rd - November 14th

The saddest event to record is the death of little Annadark. For some days she had not been her usual self. We thought she was just a little sulky as we had to chase her away from the foxes at times. On the 8th she seemed more like her old self and had a howling match with me, but when we didn’t notice her next day, we never expected to find her dead. It was a great loss, and if she was a bit spoilt, she was a grand little beast; she was playful and friendly and very often showed a lot of pluck. More than once when Brownie and I started off for a ramble several of the dogs would come, but they soon dropped behind, and only Annapig followed all the way. She would often howl and whine when she came to a place she thought she couldn’t get past, but eventually she always overcame all the obstacles on her own accord. The other day we went further up a gully than we have been before; we wanted to reach the top but found it more difficult than we expected; Annapup was a bit scared and went further than us by a most difficult way. We turned back but she couldn’t face going down and tried to go up instead and we had to catch her and carry her down or pass her from one to the other when coming down. She was an ugly little puppy, more like a pig than a dog. She must have picked up something poisonous about the camp. She was just 4 months old.