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Hello Foxy ... Camilla

I was afraid of having to write this article from the day of your death. Today I had a sad, macabre confirmation: Bimbo reported in the mouth that was left of your head. Your companions will have found in recent days, but I had you guessed what had happened from the beginning. A wrong turn took place (and I with Riky Gegia from one side of the mountain and you the other), during our last walk together, you stayed back in the cut back to base camp. We have intercepted seven stray dogs of the pack and I have not noticed the 'bark different than usual: it was the usual scuffle, but a real massacre. What shocked us humans a lot, but in animals is one of the basic rules of survival that it is the weakest, if isolated, must succumb. There is no malice or malice or premeditation, as in human, only a crude and harsh law of nature. However
you want to remember how she loved a nice little madcap accompany all with Huckleberry Hound. With him you have been through a lot when you were in the streets as strays. With him, you have combined many, often to the detriment of the cats in the area. Then you have joined our group: me and the other dogs and cats home (they all came from the street) we were together so long, many happy years, with ups and downs, but still happy.
I am very sorry not to have understood the flight was going on and what you do not have you saved this time, but I hope so much that you now can run free and happy on the Rainbow Bridge together with Zoe, Alice and the other ...
I kiss you and hug you
Hello Foxy!

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save ... by a hair! Foxy is gone

This morning at dawn I was awakened by the barking all my dogs that I felt: the other prey they had found a stray and had put a corner. As quickly as possible I left the tent and climbed into the car to go see. They were all seven of the strays in the flock (which feeds and I always follow when I'm not with my dogs) barking furiously toward a clump of bushes in which I assumed there was a wild boar. So I approached with caution: the wild boar is not afraid of dogs very much, but the approach of a human puts easily agitated and trying to escape could also load. Instead of thistles emerged Camilla, who, feeling surrounded, was unable to reach me and tried to flee to the fence. In the open field but was quickly reached by other dogs. I was right behind them and I avoided the worst, allowing a strategic retreat.
It 's a very precarious balance with them because I find myself having to share the same territory to two packs of dogs of distinct and different: "my" fence, leaving only walk with me and remained in Thirteen when there is Foxy, and the seven strays that are still free and that only the old male is to approach and touch only from me. When we go out for a walk, just open the gate in the fence and we are already walking. Eleven-to-air missiles are projected howling happily along the dirt road leading to the field sweeping everyone is on their path (but there's just us really). If there are seven stray just check that scansino on time and that no fights break out (with me this is just a few bark), and then come back to take Gegia, the old woman with one eye to put the leash (which serves only to prevent her from returning to the country when I lost sight of) and go get Riky also in his fence to also bring him on a leash (he is used to prevent attacks Goofy, another dog of mine with which has clashed several times and the last has reduced the dying). Then proceed to the fields and mountains around, free and peaceful. It happens sometimes that someone left behind, but is not usually a serious matter, since there never turn away a lot and we all know the area well having attended for years. Unfortunately, yesterday afternoon were "back" (but who knows where he went, behind which trail fragrant) in three Goofy, Nero and Camilla.
To Pippo was not very worried, for two reasons: first because it is a beautiful beast (you see in the picture below) and you do not put in half easily and second because you walk around and come back alone to the fence, without others.

For Nero and Camilla was rather a lot 'worried: the first has already been attacked and reduced to dying from the same herd for three times when he was free on the street as a stray (s Since then he holds it at a distance, sometimes even away from this escapes me), while Camilla, while being very agile and cunning, is a medium size (about 25 kg) and can not keep up in any way to the seven stray which are all older than her (all of type Abruzzese shepherd).

Yesterday evening they returned, Later, only Goofy and Nero and I've been around from 18 to 00:30 to control the herd and try to keep out of a possible escape route to the camp to Camilla, now remained isolated. Only this morning, when it gave the already doomed, having also met a very big boar near the fence, I had the happy surprise to find her safe and sound.

What I hope to live again with Foxy, I was repeatedly reported in L'Aquila, but still I could not find. Meanwhile, a
Hooray for Camilla that she's back among us, safe and sound e. .. hungry. ^___^ b

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Saturday, May 9, 2009 we went to do the usual walk in the fields, I and all 14 dogs that were with me at home live and with whom camped out since 12 April. With us there was Foxy, a hybrid of the Abruzzese shepherd than a dozen years. She is an indomitable character and knows this place of birth: the woods with wild boar and flocks with sheep dogs have no secrets for her and even disdain with which loves human company accompanied with pleasure. Everything I expected but not to see it return. It 'happened so many times that you suddenly appear from the bushes, maybe all muddy, but happy of his forays into exploration, even after several hours. For this reason I am looking forward to see you again at any moment.

I immediately started to look for it though, because we came out of Saturday afternoon instead of morning and evening seven Cagnoni stray come to our camp to eat them a bit 'of dog food . Seeing isolated could also attack it ran and did not want any unnecessary risks. So I immediately started to patrol on foot and by car, but always with negative results, even in the days following. It 'really gone? Or it could have been taken by someone who saw her very docile, he would have thought that he had lost or had been abandoned? I do not know what to think and suspect that it has been possible to find in difficulty that can not voluntarily return as usual, fills me with anguish. I wish I could know it's good that someone is in love with her and has decided to adopt it. I dont want to be the "owner" at any cost (so much so that were already published his photos in the ads of adoptions), but with me not missing anything lately and with the other dogs were really back in shape (you can see from the photos). For me it's a family now, after so many years together, and I'd love to see you again.
E 'tattooed in the left thigh with the number 49AQ245BS, 49 where AQ denotes the province of 245B belonging and identification with the sequence number of the ASL 4 Collemaggio where she was sterilized several years ago by Dr. Roberto Mancini who has also tattooed a final s to indicate sterilization.


At last walk together with us was wearing a yellow nylon collar with black plastic buckle. It also has a microchip, but for which at present can not find the serial number.
I hope to hear from him please help me spread the most of this appeal throughout Italy and at all local health and veterinary medicine, where it might appear if someone wanted to adopt. Please give me any clue where I might be able to is located. I'd love to take walks with her, along with the other. Now we have more space and food and living together again starting to be nice.
Thanks to everyone who want to help me find it.

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Hello Cat, my sweet friend ... you're gone now, just now, struck by a car that gave you way out, despite the limit of 10 km / h and the barriers white and red that bordered a narrow wall in a "shaky" ... Are you another indirect victim of the earthquake. You who were rescued as a puppy after a powerful hail storm that we had literally buried alive and that you had taken your mom Trilly hypothermia in bringing advanced by me that I could warm you with my body until your back and then keep you with me. You were very affectionate with me, more than others and you will remember in a special place in my heart. I wanted to get to safety with the other cats sent to Rome, but the carrier was defective and you manage to escape to stay close, out of our house today waiting to be checked again damaged by fire Vigli.
Tomorrow would have to gather from the other cats but your history is gone, unfortunately, in a different way. Now I feel so angry but I know that I will well and that I will always remember you, as we were united in this picture that we made together only two years ago ...
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