As a watch-dog I don't believe he had great value, because of his readiness to make friends with anything and anybody.

If a leopard had come into the tent he would have said, "Excuse me, but I think you are in the wrong place," but he would never have barked or conducted himself in an ungentlemanly way.
One could never tell what was likely to come into one's tent at night, even with armed askaris patrolling the camp all night long.

One cold night, before Little Wanderobo Dog had come to live with us, I was awakened by a curious rustle of the tent flaps.

I listened and then watched the tent flap for some moments, thinking that the wind might have been responsible.

But there was no wind and it seemed beyond doubt that some animal had entered.
For a long time I listened, but could hear nothing; and yet at the same time I had a positive conviction that I was not alone in the tent.