Lichen Planus Breasts

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