[These notes were made in 1984; I read the 1905 T.N. Foulis edition:]. This little leather-bound gift book (38 pp.) was given to me by a family friend this afternoon. Rab is a large and ungainly dog, whom we first meet in a rather unpleasant description of a dog-fight, and who is then an oft-mentioned looker-on in the rather pathetic death of his mistress Ailie from breast cancer. (Although he does not dwell on details, Brown's mention of an anaesthetic-less operation is horrible to contemplate). I find the near-sentimentality of his attachment to the dog curiously at variance with his crude acceptance of human and animal suffering.