It's not good...
The berner girl was coming around every day or every other day; having a bite to eat, drinking and sometimes sleeping in Stumpy's chair. She still wouldn't let me get close. But she was looking healthier, more relaxed and seemed to have more energy. Her tail was flying high and she trotted up the street.
I hadn't seen her since the weekend and she hadn't been by to eat for a few days.
Today, on my way to the food bank I spotted her with this crew.
This pack is one I am not familiar with. They were over close to where the cows and calves had been last week. Not good...
Close to that same area a friends dog was nearly killed by yet another pack of dogs, earlier this week. That same pack had killed a calf recently.
The ranchers are actively seeking feral dogs and shooting to kill.
That makes 4 packs of feral dogs running in a relatively small area. The pack that tore up my friends dog included 4 puppies.
Do you see the size of that malamute-looking dog!??! CRIMINY!!!
I'd guess the berner dog to weigh around 85 or 90 pounds. Although, it's hard to say under all that coat. I can't fathom how much that big malamute weighs.
If she comes around this weekend, I am going to step up my game. I'll befriend her after I get her caught. I don't want to scare her so badly that she is afraid to return.
I also don't want her bringing her friends by for dinner or a sleepover.
Dirtville is a dumping ground for unwanted dogs. It's also the home of several hoarders. I know of three that keep over 40 dogs in unhealthy conditions with no thought of spaying, vaccinations or even the ability to feed them.
Because Dirtville is not an incorporated town, the county takes responsibility for everything, in theory anyways. Really, they like to pretend we don't exist out here.