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Pekoe is probably Bruno's sister  (maybe 11/2 years old) and the two older females want to starve her to death because of the limited food supply.  I guess the wild coyote instinct is very strong in them and they've judged her as expendable.  I took her with me in the truck once when I went diving so she wouldn't be picked on by the pack.  She swam out to me about 20 times, sometimes as far as 500 feet.  I'd take her to shore and she'd try to lead me back home by looking back and disappearing over the rocks but of course I wouldn't follow her and a bit later I'd see this paw plunging beside me out in the water.  She was so tired from the effort and lack of food that she was staggering at the end of the day.  You can see the sloped coyote rump on her. Her white chest and stomach is the most sparkling soft white I've ever seen on a dog.  And the sorrel  leggings and tail are also so clean and soft.

We adopted her and whereas she always had her ears down, now they're always perked up like she's laughing.  She is now fearless when other dogs nose around.  At Los Cerritos, she even backed down a big Rotweiler male plus everything else that comes around...unless we says it's OK.  Here in San Jose she's friends with Dolly and Tony's dogs and won't even flush their doves, whereas on the beach she loves flushing pigeons and seagulls.

The end of  May, Pekoe slipped her harness while we were out and was hit by a car on the Trans-Peninsular Highway.  Although the Vet thought she would be OK for the weekend, she died 3 days later.  We think one of the reasons she died was she was such a controlled dog she never let on to the Vet where she hurt.  She was so beautiful when I moved her, her back was in such pain that she would bite me just hard enough to express her pain but without hurting me.  When I realized she wouldn't make it, I just petted and rubbed behind her ears.  She panted with her ears up and died that way.  Her ears were her flags...when they were up she was happy.  Despite massive spasms and death-throws she expressed her gratitude at having us with her at that time.  We only had her 3 weeks and I was so sad at losing such a beautiful friend.

Bruno is the only male in the pack.  He's taller than Pekoe with a larger build and more black and orange with the sorrel  in his deep fur and on his rump and tail.  Although he stays a bit aloof and doesn't trust us to examine his feet and ears, he's gentle and cries when we return from shopping in La Paz.  I swear that I've never seen such a beautiful and noble package in a male dog.  He kisses each of the pups each morning by lightly grabbing their muzzles in his mouth and he's the only one that we've never seen attack Pekoe.

Although it would seem he has the best chance of surviving, I'm worried that a guy that comes around with a fighting dog in the back of his pickup is trying to test Bruno with the idea of capturing him for the dogfight circuit.  All the dogs around here run from him, so I'm sure they know what's best.  When the pack takes off after something, the explosion of energy from him is stunning.  The day before we left the Siamoid from down the beach was down this way.  Bell started after him and Bruno burned past her. 
The Siamoid started for home with 500 foot head start but Bruno closed in too fast.  When the Siamoid realized this, he headed out to open sea with Bruno right behind.  They were fighting under water until Bruno decided he'd done his job and came in.

The end of  May Pekoe slipped her harness while we were out and was hit by a car on the Trans-Peninsular Highway in San Jose.  She died 3 days later, so we went back to La Paz to see her pack.  The first dog we saw was Bruno standing on a small hill.  He looked at our rig approaching then looked again and came running.  As he approached his face broke up like a child crying, he was so overjoyed to see us.

We spent a week with the pack and I really wanted to take Bruno to replace Pekoe but was a bit afraid of him.  We knew he loved us and would be a good pet but he is a powerful dog...maybe dangerous at first.  I tried picking him up a few times and he didn't like it.  The day we left, I grabbed him and put him in the back seat of the truck.  He just collapsed, trembling in my arms.  He was quiet nervous and controlled for the whole trip to Todos Santos where we spent two nights.  There he was his old self but without a pack.  He has proven to be a beautiful polite dog.

When we got Bruno and Pekoe they were the cleanest dogs we've ever seen, even with sweet breath.  No ticks, no fleas and a desert perfume scent.  Unfortunately Bruno now gets ticks and fleas and fungal infections common to dogs down here.  I sometimes wonder if we did him a favour adopting him.

When looking after Tamayo's house they had 3 dogs.  Mercedes a Doberman stray was crazy and undisciplined.  Another recent little adoptee, Cleo was just rude and pushy.  When Bruno clued in that Mercedes was annoying us, he took over her training and in 3 days she was a polite housebroken pet.  One day Bruno was at our bedroom door patiently waiting for us to approach him.  When we did Cleo pushed passed him.  He pinned her to the floor with his paw and roared in her ear, then let her go.  She never did that again and although we were worried about him with the two small dogs, he was always friendly with them once they were trained.

August 15th 2002 - We had Bruno neutered last Friday.  He's still a bit traumatized from the event.  He followed us obediently into the Vet's cage even though he was nervous.  He was so polite and obedient with us a week before when we took him in (he'd eaten a puffer and nearly died) that I think it deceived the Vet (he'd let him use a rectal thermometer and check him everywhere).  He told us that it was better to go home and that they have several tricks and methods to get dogs sedated.  He's handled Rotweilers, Pit bulls and every dangerous dog there is.  When we went to get him, the assistant was visibly shaken.  She said no one had ever seen such a ferocious dog.  We'd tried to tell him he was a wild desert dog only two months before.  Poor Bruno had one of his Canine teeth chipped from the event.

He still squeals with joy when we come home. When I pet him, he flops down and bares his throat and belly like a little puppy.  It's like he never had attention when he was little and now wants to enjoy it.  He's lost two-thirds of his coat in the heat but still has his fluffy, white, rabbit-fur soft chest and belly.

September 18th 2002 - We've had Bruno for over 3 months now and we are not disappointed with him.  He is so polite and intelligent.   He hates the pickup, the vet, medication and teeth-cleaning though.  Worse yet he understands so much that we've taken to spelling out our intentions so he won't understand.  Now everyone insists that dogs only understand our tone of voice and body language...then why does spelling things out work?  I take the view like the trainer of TV's "Littlest Hobo" that if you treat them like they're intelligent creatures they will be.  Some example are:

  • I explained to him that he shouldn't run in front of the truck to greet us, that it is dangerous, but coming up on the side was OK.  He immediately stopped bounding in front of the bumper as he had done and came up on the side.
  • When he and Lassie (the dog across from us at Las Brisas RV Park) would wake everyone up at night barking at something, I explained to him that he shouldn't bark at everything that Lassie barked at, because it woke us up.   After that I watched him when I heard Lassie barking.  He would get up, look around and silently follow Lassie without a peep.  One night I heard a ruckus.  Some horses were loose and Lassie was barking wildly; but Bruno was lying on his wall watching quietly.  As they got closer, he got down between them and our palapa.  Not until they were 5 feet away and still approaching did he start barking.


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Dogfights and Cockfights are still very popular here and one day a pickup with this vicious dog in the back parked about 30 feet from our trailer and the 6 beach dogs were out all around it ready to rip the intruder apart.  But I whistled and motioned and they all laid off and went under the trailer.  The pickup next went a couple hundred feet away and coaxed the dogs out, but I called them back again.  That didn't work so the pickup moved to about 3 feet from our trailer.  Naturally that's well inside the territorial zone of any self-respecting dog and it was really hard to call them off that time, but they did.  I didn't like the driver's demeanor.  He had this "cold" air about him.  He could get Bruno for free and either sell him or fight him himself and probably make a pile of money either way. 

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