200 meters of barbed wire fence, reinforced with sheep wire did not keep him in. He wanted the wilds of biting the tires of trucks passing in front of his terrain.
I miss him, and probably so does my pinche perra, my remaining complacent dog.
Bobbi was with me for almost 3 years. Adopted as a street dog, he was known around Catemaco as a street fighter, loving to take a bath in the laguna, and rolling himself in any dead carcasses he could find.
Although I frequently held my nose on approaching him and tolerated his growls, he was part of my family, and I miss him.
This is my last photo of Bobbi, about 2 weeks ago, doing what he loved.
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