I was brought up with the name of this beloved dog, her name was puchi, when I came along. When Duda(puchi), was poisened , My Father, Cyril cried his heart out. Apparently Duda took a dislike to the neighbour and used to poop on his doorstep every morning. My parents always blamed the neighbour for poisening Duda. Duda had experienced many battles with the 19th Batalion. I can remember my Father telling stories of how he smuggeled Duda home. Duda would lay in Cyril's kit bag, and when Dad said ,"Quiet" Duda went as quiet as a mouse.She was one smart dog.