The follow-up story is: "Two days later when I was walking around visiting my day sentries one of them pointed out a large black pye-dog, three hundred, three fifty yards away. Now, they were an absolute pest because night movement was almost impossible without one of them barking and others took it up across the countryside. So we had no compunction at all shooting them if and when we got the chance. That dog was a perfect target and I had a good rifle which I had zeroed carefully. I took the average, I thought it was past three hundred, took the average distance of three or four chaps around me and made it three hundred, took careful aim and hit the bank on which that dog was standing, hit it right below its tummy. It gave one yelp and set off across the fields to the nearest village and I fired four more shots at it and missed every time! Five minutes later the phone went and it was the Punjabi battalion and they said “Please, very much firing. What is the trouble?” - after their display of a couple of nights before!"