It is so long ago that this happened that my memory is a bit muddled.
I do remember him arriving at Mulu, having walked all the way down from Gojjam which is in the northern part of Ethiopia. He had heard of these foreigners who lived at Mulu.
He appeared on our lawn, in a terrible state because he had been bitten by a mad dog about 3-4 weeks earlier.
He told us what had happened and that he thought he had only a few days left for the vaccine to work. So of course, we put him in our car and drove him to Addis Ababa. We went to the 7th Day Adventist hospital which at that time had the best doctors in Addis Ababa and they were able to give him an injection to prevent him from getting rabies. He was so grateful that he burst into tears while he was thanking us. Rabies was very prevalent in Ethiopia at that time which is why we never had a dog. (I still don’t much like dogs even though I now live in England. I have this vague memory of a bullock getting rabies and being buried deep in the ground. The only pet we had was a cat called Dimit and he developed rabies so we had to kill him and bury him very deep in the ground so that no other animal could dig him up. We probably used acacia branches to cover the grave which had such long and sharp thorns on them that nothing would go near them.
I regret to say that even at the age of 90 I don’t really like dogs, even though I live in England and know they probably will not get rabies and that my family have quite nice dogs. But I much prefer horses.