VARTANIAN R.S . " DOG MOUNTAIN KAZBEK ". (CONTINUED).-3

VARTANIAN R.S . " DOG MOUNTAIN KAZBEK",VLADIKAVKAZ 2006-(3)

. At the show dogs, the hair on the tail trimmed, leaving a small tip of the tail brush. Chest deep, falls below the elbows, ribs protruding, but not barrel shaped. Breast ¬ necks good length, smooth transition to the groin.
FOREQUARTERS
Straight, parallel and widely separated. Shoulders long and sloping, with well-developed musculature of relief. Glenohumeral articulation angle is about 95 degrees. Forearms are straight and strong. Pasterns with a slight tilt, short. Feet nearly round shape. Toes arched and should not be long, claws strong.
Hindquarters
Wide-set, with long thighs, well filled in the rear, wide, well muscled. The knee is not acting. Hip smoothly into the leg. Shin strong, rather short and muscular. Hocks strong. Angles of the hock, slightly straightened at 145-150 degrees, especially when the dog is in tension. Hocks short sturdy, but not rude. Feet rounded, arched and tight. Dewclaws desirable to arrest.
COAT
The coat is straight, thick at the expense of strongly developed undercoat, preferably sticking. Maybe a little snugly in the back. At the touch shall be highly rude. In short-to ¬ tank guard hairs on the back of the thighs forms insignificant ¬ nye trousers. Males wool in the neck and nape of the lengths of more than ¬ Nye. In individuals of the intermediate type of small feathered hair on front legs and long pants in the rear. At the bare limbs and ve ¬ coat is short, lying.
COLOUR
Varied color other than black & yellow, ash, pure black and black with tan markings.
Permitted on white specks on the face, limbs and torso. Crapo is a breed characteristics Gergeti subtype.
FAULTS AND DISADVANTAGES
Deviations from the standard, depending on severity.
ELIMINATING FAULTS
Cryptorchidism, a custom color, no more than two premolars or molars one. The hybrid dog.


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As
proof of the fact that over the last century image of Mount Kazbek
otarnyh dogs did not change, we present a unique photographs, most of
which kindly provided us with a historical museum of the town of
Kazbegi. Just a huge thanks for Samkanashvili Tamaz collected photographic material.




Photo 102. Kazbegi. 1982
Otarnye dog Gergeti subtype






Photo 103. Kazbegi 1982
Garbansky subtype (male at left). Gergeti subtype (male and female right)




Photo 104. Kazbegi 1982






Photo 105. 1982






Photo 106. 1982 Female Garbanskogo subtype




Photo 107. 1982






Photo 108. 1982 sec. Be thrilled with






Photo 109. Patara. 1982




Photo 110. with. Mljet 1982.






Photo 111. villages. Mljet 1982. Female (8 years).






Photo 112. Gergeti 1982.






Photo 113. Driving sheep, 1982






Photo 114. Against the backdrop of Mount Kazbek




Photo 115. DAKO, ow. Tsopanov. 1982., Vladikavkaz.

 Born in the village. Be thrilled with






Photo 116. Kazbegi shepherds with dogs otarnoy




Photo 117. 1975. Gergeti dogs






Photo 118. 1968 Otarnaya dog Gergeti subtype
Kazbegi district






Photo 119. 1975 Otarnye dog Gergeti subtype






Photo 120. Otarnaya dog Garbanskogo subtype
Kazbegi district






Photo 121. Shearing
. with. PanshetiKazbegskogo area. 1946






Photo 122. A young shepherd with a flock
out with. Pansheti Kazbegi district
on distant pastures in Dagestan. 1946




Photo 123.
Shepherds with otarnoy dog ​​Gergeti subtype 1947






Photo 124.

 Male Gergeti subtype 1946.




Photo 125. Sel. Pansheti Kazbegi region.
Puppies Gergeti subtype. 1946






Photo 126. with. Pansheti Kazbegi region. 1946.




Photo 127. End of 40-ies. Kazbegi shepherds.






Photo 128. 30s.
Kazbegi shepherds in the mountains








Photo 129. Before the 1917 revolution
The words "Mohevtsy - breeders" was made after the War of 1941-45gg.






Photo 130. The reverse side of photo 120.
Mohevtsy-breeders










Photo 131. 30s.

 Driving the flocks of Daryalsky gorge.


COMMENTS TO THE PHOTOS 127-131
Photo 127. Photo late 40's, which is visible brichek string, attached to them to shepherd sheep Kazbegi. The photograph clearly shows that the first shepherd of the intermediate type of wool, with a clipped tail, spotted coat. On his head a white blaze that runs along the forehead and turning into a white mask. The
next two dogs and an intermediate type with a bobbed tail, then the
fourth and fifth short-haired shepherd-type dog and a fifth is clearly
visible tail, curled in a tight steering wheel. Dogs
of medium height, height at the withers by about 70-72 cm photo was
taken during the driving of flocks in the steppe of Dagestan, on the
outskirts of Grozny.
Photo 128. In this photo depicted two shepherd herding a flock of sheep in the mountains. On the cloak is a young shepherd. You see, what does the shepherds to otarnoy dog, once they allow it to rest on the cloak. The notion that the bad shepherds caring for their dogs is wrong. At the feet of the shepherds of leather slippers, and they wear collarless jackets, padded jackets that before the war.
Photo 129. This is a unique picture of the early 20th century, which depicted mohevtsy-breeders on vacation. Next to them, their constant companion, otarnye dog. This clearly shows that while there were different types of dog's coat, as well as different type of head. The inscription on the front side of the picture "Mohevtsy-breeders" made after the war of 1941-1945.
Photo 130. The reverse side of the picture "Mohevtsy-breeders."
Photo 131. Photo mid 30s. It zapechat ¬ flax autumn flocks of Daryalsky span a gorge, near the castle of Queen Tamara. In the foreground otarnaya dog, closer to the short-haired type. Clearly visible tail, cropped and spun in a tight steering wheel. A dog with a wide croup, with a specific head. The line of the forehead is almost flat and parallel to the topline of the muzzle, which remained at the current otarnyh dogs.
STORIES


GNYAS


In different conditions, had to herd sheep. Often on a par with the older men in the mountains working children, aged 13-15 years. Were frequent occasions when they are at ¬ hodilos stay in the mountains with a flock. For example, Tamaz Samkanashvili in 13 years, tending sheep with his father and older brothers. One summer day Sandro Tamaz father, hired in the Kazbegi region for new shepherds. His sons, he sent into the mountains for several days, the sheep do not go unattended. And now, 11-year-old Onishi, a 13-year-old Tamaz and 15-year bonds, without any help were left alone in the mountains. Day of the mouth should be, and at night put the sheep and protect the flock. That night, Tamaz had duty at the highest parking lot, he arranged a sheep from a cliff ¬ spring. It was the largest flock. His father entrusted him with the adult females. Bondo pass kachkarov (producers) and the youngest just Onishi, instructed young (sheep-pervogodki). Tamaz night lit a fire and began to watch. Sheep Bondo were below 200 meters from the flock Tamaz, and the lambs Onishi was even lower. At such moments, time runs especially slowly. Tamaz was not afraid, but rather was troubled by the responsibility for the case, which involved adult men. The boy did not want to then say that he was frightened at night in the mountains. Beckoned to her pet dog named Gnyas, he began gently stroking and scratching the dog. Tamaz
well aware that a very brave dog Gnyas able to attack the bear alone,
leaving no chance to get close to the flock, and with him the boy was
calmer. They sat huddled, each other around the campfire, pleasant heat warms the face, knees, and hands the boy and dog tired body. Looking at the sky full of stars, Tamaz thought that in such a clear night do not usually bear for x ¬ DIT in the flock. A little later due to ridge appeared the moon, and has become even lighter. Tamaz looked around. Become visible to the flock and shepherd others ¬ ki, lying some distance away from the sheep. At the bottom of softly rustling mountain stream. It was a pleasure to listen to its monotonous murmur. How good it would now find himself at home, in a warm bed. From such sweet thoughts are ever link up. Tamaz almost fell asleep, but the hacking cough sick sheep returned it to reality. "We need to look in the morning, some of the sheep became ill, and told his father" - he thought, once again fell asleep.
When the fire began to fade, Tamaz again woke up now from the cold. Taking the tent a few thick branches and throwing them into the fire, he noticed that the weather has deteriorated sharply. Slack wind began to blow, the moon and the stars - whatever happened. In the mountains the weather changes very quickly, and within half an hour was the rain. He wore a cloak and hat, and decided to maintain the fire. The rain was weak, it stopped, then walked again. Throwing a few thick branches, Tamaz made a fire even brighter. At this point, anxious barking is one of the Shepherds, located in the flock. Gnyas immediately shot up like a spring. Ignite a fire lit up his powerful body, his whole appearance spoke of the danger had come. Flaring fire gave Shepherd unearthly appearance, he seemed three times as much. Deaf roar burst from his chest, another second, and it swallowed up the night. The heart of youth often beat, he grabbed two burning branches and froze, listening to what's going on in the dark. No doubt remained: bear came. Dogs with a furious rage attacked him up the slope. Tamaz distinctly heard the grunt of the beast, is mixed with the barking of dogs. "We need to cut off the bear from the flock, while he is being held shepherd" - as taught senior shepherds. Frantically screaming and giving voice rougher tone, imitating the cry of an adult male. Tamaz, brandishing burning twigs, the sheep ran to the fire to scare the bear if it is close to the flock. Before reaching the uterus, he saw that all happened in about 50 meters from the flock. My heart beat so violently that it seemed as it breaks out of his chest. How much time passed, he did not know, but I felt that the bear does not come close to the flock. Hearing the cry of Bondo, came bottom of the hill, realized Tamaz - brother comes to the rescue.
It cheered him, and he decided to help the shepherd. Shouting and waving his already decaying branches, a firm step he walked toward the bear. That's
already become visible around the fleeting beast Shepherd, they could
not move the bear, but most of the beast he had not seen. Suddenly, the slope was filled with a roar. Tamaz hurled into the darkness, where there were a fight, the dying embers. She
hit the rocks, sparks flew and a moment covered the origin ¬ walking: a
bear standing on its hind legs and stared at the two attacked him in
front ¬ yuschih bitches and grabbed him from behind Gnyas a fat ass. And again - heart-rending roar Bear Creek Tamaz. All mixed up ...
After a few moments Tamaz knew the dogs barking and growling bear is removed. It became clear - the bear runs away. Turning back to the flock, a young man called his brother. Bondo responded. Began to talk in the dark. Tamaz excitedly explained that the flock came the bear. Just a few meters, and they would see each other, when suddenly cried hysterically Bondo, though it has attacked someone. Tamaz momentarily speechless, and ran towards his brother. Running up to Bondo, saw that he was sitting on the grass and laughs softly. Not knowing yet what had happened, Tamaz asked why the Bondo was shouting like crazy, then laughs like crazy. Bondo
still laughing said, "What idiot threw a cloak here?" In the darkness,
he bumped into her and thought that collided with the fleeing bear. In the hands of his brother was Tamaz burka. He lost it when he fled in the direction of the flock, as it dragged along the ground. After all, the burka was a growth in adult men.
Now Tamaz roared with laughter, mimicking Bondo:
- Ah-ah-ah! Tamaz! Ah-ah-ah! - I am a senior shepherd, there is no father.
A very frightened burqa - continued Tamaz.
And the canyon was filled with children's laughter. They looked at each other, laughing and happy.






Photo 132. GNYAS with a flock Photo 133. Tamaz with GNYASEM
CHRELA
It was the end of September. In the valley of Nahr comes into its own fall. Alpine meadows are no longer fresh herbs, and trees were dressed in unspeakable beauty of autumn finery. Nights in th ¬ PAX became cold and Gela, his team is already thinking about that soon will need to go back to the winter camp.
As always, it is very sad to part with the mountains, but was pleased with Gela who left during the summer. Alpine meadows yielded a wealth of food and work up a lot of fat sheep, in addition, not lost a single sheep. "Cubs" have served on the conscience. Even the bear could not eat lamb. So, perhaps, would go through and other days, except for one case.
Sun
was setting behind the mountains, when Dato, a partner of Gela, his
sons began to chase Tiger down for the night flock into the pen. After a few miles, they reached the parking lot. Dark. Fire was burning and it smelled dinner. When the sheep were placed in the paddock, "cubs" came closer to the fire and waited for the meal. Gela cut a small piece of meat into several equal parts, but first set up the bowl with sva ¬ cussed animal feeds. "Cubs" have eaten feed with gusto, Gela gave them a piece of meat. Having finished with dinner, Shepherd dispersed to their bed is rest, and if the night will no uninvited guests, and take a nap.
Keda, Charlie and a female named Guguli climbed into the rear of the pen and lay there. Typically, a bear is always coming from that side. Chrela a female and the other remained near the fire, the tent shepherds. But Chrela long lay by the fire. Soon he was tormented by thirst. After the meat always thirsty. Especially that one day he came down from the mountains never to drink water. When Dato drove sheep from the mountains to the river by day, he left his cloak on the side and ordered Chrela stay. And Chrela remained. So instinct told him. No it did not teach this, but the real shepherd understands that without training.
Now sated, he decided to go down to the river, which flowed down into the gorge. He had to go on a mountain trail a few hundred meters. Chrela began slowly to descend. Since the river was drawn fresh cool breeze, and he added a step. Almost
reaching the river, which is always fun as noisily, found a narrow path
to go down to the water, as in other places were sheer cliffs. And suddenly his nose hit the strong smell. Chrela not know who owns this hostile smell, though it has several times seen him in the woods. For a moment he remained ¬ curling, growling, hackles began on end, straining every muscle. But the thirst for pushing forward to a long-awaited water was only a few steps. Chrela carefully, ready at any moment to meet the enemy chest, stepped out from behind a rock.
And the water on the sandbar, he saw the owner of the mysteries-governmental smell - trot slowly lapped the water. Chrela growled again. Lynx immediately turned to him, flashed two yellow ¬ tyh eyes.
She arched her back and bared her fangs. Chrela, seeing that the beast is not so big, he decided to throw him out. Lynx, in turn, assessing the situation in which she came, she realized that she was trapped. On the one hand raging river with a very strong ones, cheniem, on the other - cliff on which it can not burp-zap. The saving was the same trail behind Chrela.
Lynx
gathered into a ball and jumped on a cliff, but with a lunging, and
turned over in the air like a cat might have landed on the sand-las. At that moment, decided to crush Chrela beast. He succeeded, as the lynx was easier. But suddenly he got a crush ¬ schy blow to the head and shoulder. Blood spurted in all directions. Nevertheless,
the lynx was unable to free himself, he instinctively giving ¬ lebanon
her to the ground as it used to do with their rivals. But it was a lynx. He could not catch her by the throat. Lynx ¬ wore on crushing blows paws. Chrela seemed to betray his body red-hot iron. In
his mind flashes, ¬ zeros those unforgettable moments when in a fight
with a strong ¬ Pernikov a successful grasp of the ear and neck disarms
an opponent, and he was losing breath and strength, exhausted wins ¬ Xia
fate. By
bringing balance of forces, Chrela struck his head and neck can in ¬
whose weak spot and batted their powerful jaws, dropped all the weight
on the trot. He
realized that the main weapon of this beast - his powerful legs, but
could not do anything because his weapon ¬ zyje - it's just teeth and a
strong grip. Lynx continued to tear the head, neck and chest Chrela, as he mortally wounded, clutched his mighty jaws.
Escape routes were not. Moments later, is almost unconscious, Chrela felt trot almost no resistance. He opened his jaw and lost consciousness. When Chrela opened one eye, the other was swollen and was covered with KRO ¬ View, trot was not there. Apparently she came to her senses and left the battlefield.
Chrela again felt very thirsty, and, gathering strength after ¬ dnie, crawled to the river was lapping water. Water a little bit about his wounded dril ¬ body. Gradually he began to crawl up the path along which went down to the creek. With some difficulty, overcoming not what ¬ meters Chrela again felt that he was losing consciousness. Before
his eyes swam fast the clouds, he saw the mountains, their bra ¬ tev,
smell the sheep, cloaks, good hands Dato stroked his head.
It was already morning. Charlie and Keda carefully sniffed Chre ¬ la, maybe they were sorry that they were not in the evening with him. Gela shook his head and said: "This is the trot. Only she can do so. " Then Chrela long carried the cloak ...
Only a few days later he was to walk, heal the wounds and overgrown with hair. Only the left ear, which is almost gone, and the curve resembled the eyes of the shepherds fall evening in the valley of Nahr




Photo 127. CHRELA


Basile
When I think of this dog, the excitement and profound respect, my heart is overwhelmed. If
you do dogs professionally, through your hands, as a rule, there are
many dogs - some dogs are forgotten quickly, while others are remembered
for a lifetime.
Basil belongs to the second category. He was remembered as a standard we do not breed or other external data, and their inner strength and nobility. For
his entire short life, but he lived 13.5 years, he has not committed
some sort of heroic deeds, did not save anybody life, although he was
able to do it. Basile was a great guard dog. Dog with a capital letter, a dog-fighter, the embodiment of boundless strength and internal energy.
In early spring 1986, wholesale trade was organized based on our kennel shepherd shepherds to guard at night. At that time we had five or six goals otarnyh dogs.
One
day in the evening after work, my wife Natalya said her co-worker by
the name of Zara, bitten badly by the tank-and that she was lying in a
hospital. The
next day we were in a rush ¬ hospital and learned that the dog broke a
woman's back and tore the whole ear, which managed to sew up, placing
seam 21. Two
weeks later, Zara said that the neighbors whose dog bit a it, give it,
because they consider it unethical to leave it at himself after the
incident, and put to sleep or shoot at them does not raise a hand, very
much they love her. Knowing that I have a nursery, offered to take the dog for protection.
The next day I went to see the dog. In my bell at the gate immediately responded stentorian voice of steel, slightly muffled. Apparently the dog was somewhere in the yard. To bark out a young man who was the owner of the dog. His name was Murat. We walked deep into the yard, and I saw Basil.
He
was at ¬ elm behind the fence of the fence height 1.20 m near the
kitchen-dining room, in a good booth in front of which was a large deck
from the boards.
Caucasian Shepherd dug into my eyes and barked furiously. The chain was stretched like a string. There was no doubt that this animal will attack any intruder. When the concentration of the energy reaches it peak, it seemed to do a top turn and then bites into my eyes. Forelimbs, like hammers, drive nails into flooring then broke away from him, then again with the force of landing. Although he was a short-haired type, the hair on the neck was much longer and bristled up to the withers.




Photo 128. Basile
We thought crossed my mind that to teach a dog will not be easy and it will take many days. Until I saw it, dog does not for a moment silent. To talk in a relaxed atmosphere Murat invited me into his house and told him how there was a misfortune with a neighbor.
The day before, he bought a new collar in a hunting store and put it on Basil. Typically, Zara came to him without ringing. On that day, but it was on November 7, the whole family sat in the kitchen. Suddenly they heard a scream and saw the incident through the window of the woman. While Murad ran into the yard and took the dog, it has already been made. Basile knocked Zara feet, and tore up her back. Ring on the collar It turned out not welded welding and straightened up. Woman rescued fur coat. However, for some moments, dog tore up the entire back and the woman pulled her ear. Murat said that Basil is very tender with her, but when he sees other people, it becomes aggressive.
I asked where you purchased Basil. It turned out that the work of Murat often in Kazbegi and friends living in the village of Arshan, gave him a puppy. And now he is two and a half years. It was evident from the love Murad talks about his pet, and part with him, he does not want. But due to circumstances, of course, a dog he could not leave.
I did not force the issue and suggested that Murat see the living conditions of my dog. Looking nursery, and the base territory, he said that his element here, and dog is involved here, of course, would be better. It was decided that Murat would Basil in the nursery. Since the dog was accustomed to ride in the car, and his actions can be unpredictable, it was decided to bring the Basil foot.
I volunteered to accompany Murad. I was wondering how to behave Basil Street, where so many stimuli. Surprisingly, before leaving the house he gave Murat wear a muzzle and almost no attention to him.
He pulled Murat wherever considered necessary. I was met at the PAX ¬ 15-20 of them. Came running mongrels, barked from all sides, but he did not even notice them. He was busy smells. He
lingered long in some places, with the power of breath in the smell and
then carried Murat, on some intuitive route to it alone. Murat as cleverly adjusted the movement in the right direction the dog ¬ Research. After a 15-20 minute walk Basile calmed down and was walking beside the owner. Murat tried to lead him through the deserted streets. But Basil and so paid no attention to passers-by, but as soon as someone to stop and he instantly rushed. On the car he also paid no attention.
In two hours it safely to the kennel. Dogs barking met Basil. But here he was confident, only slightly increased the tension in his body. Murat took him to an aviary and unfastened the leash. From the first moments of Basil was protected enclosure, as if all his life he lived in it.

 Murat was at the cage and was silent, it was evident that it would be hard to part with the dog. Clearing his throat, he asked me to return the dog if he does not know us at ¬. I thanked him, and then we parted.
It took three weeks to teach it to my Basil. For several hours a day, I was next to his aviary. No tender voice, no delicacy, which I offered did not give the desired effect in the early days.
He paid no attention to the food and went on to throw at me. Just as I was leaving, he ate the treat. And it is my hope. A week later, Basile stopped barking at me, but the delicacy of the hands did not take. The second week he began to take a treat from your hands. But not once did I swerved tail. Now I know - it's gone.
On the third week, he greeted me, was substituted by side through the cage, the dogs began to look more kindly. Now it was necessary to fasten the leash and take him for a walk. I mentally imagine how it must be done, but decided on this only a few days.
Notice
the guys that they have observed from a window of duty room for me and
the dog at the right moment, to come to my assistance, I went into the
aviary ... It is hard to put into words my feelings. Basil grabbed me with his steel claws and began to carefully sniff the face, neck, chest and legs. I
was afraid to breathe and was thinking bad, but I caught myself
thinking that I repeat a trembling voice: "Basile good", "Basile good."
He went and stood near the door. I realized that the dog wants to freedom. Having fastened the leash, I opened the door. Hold on a leash Basile was difficult, despite its small size - 66 inches Cold ¬ ke and weight about 40-45 kg. I brought him to the kennel, on a small vacant lot. A long leash dog made it possible to run around me. Basile was very pleased. He circled around like a puppy.
At
one point it was dispersed, and with all his knocked me down, and his
rather "face" is already licking my face, not giving up. He again and again come on to me. Basile was happy. And I was happy. Enjoy a stroll, I took him in an aviary. His potential was open every day. He was not treacherous. If Basile took man, this man was a friend. We worked 6 people and over 2 months, he was accustomed to all.
We could not get enough of this dog. At night, Basil ¬ tal work at a checkpoint. His voice steel pre-warned us that somewhere in the territory of the base was a man or a passing car. He does not bark for no reason ever. If
someone approaches ¬ dil to the fence barking his base to grow even
fiercer, and we already knew to go out and inspect the base. He was a very sensitive dog. Neither rain, nor snow have not been to Basel hindrance. He was always on the alert.
In spite of our already very friendly relations, Basile Yet once showed me his strong character ¬ ter. At one point I stopped duty hours, and I noticed it in the morning, when he came a day porter. He was surprised that the dogs still at their posts. I asked him not to let people into the territory, until'll take the dogs. I was in a hurry. Basile shot down as a last resort. He was excessively nervous, feeling a crowd of people outside the fence, and did not want to leave his post. I called him, pulled him to the enclosures, but as luck would have walked very slowly. I was already angry, shouted at him. Basil seems to understand me and began to walk faster. But next to his aviary, he again thought long to go there or not. My patience was exhausted, I opened the door, pulled the chain on myself and told him to go "in place". Basile was slow to come, and then my anger has played a cruel joke with me. I made a mistake. To speed up I pushed him with his foot in the ass ... For a moment, and steel clasped my dog's paw. I was pinned to the door of the aviary. His head was at my face. Deaf chest roar out of the lungs, and I felt his hot breath on his face. I froze. A few seconds passed. Basile dismissed me and went into the aviary. End of the chain remained in my hands, I threw it in the cage without removing from Basile, and quickly shut the door. I realized that I was wrong. Basil studied me as a kid. He could injure me, but sorry. He demanded respect for themselves, and this requirement has been very effective.
Basile exuded some internal energy. When friends came to see the dogs, the longest-detained before his aviary. He threw himself with such fury that it is a somewhat hypnotized person.
When asked which dog is most like, the answer was one - Basil. Shepherd came from this amazing power. This force is felt not only people but also his cousins. When females began pustovki, we took them for fun near the aviary males. And all the females, without exception, chose Basil. Sometimes
at night he, for whatever reason, broke away from the roadblock and
undertaken more with other males are fighting, that separate them in the
first few minutes it was almost impossible. We had to wait to get tired. Wounds after a fight almost no effect on its performance. He could severely hobble, have open wounds, but did not pay attention to them. Always, at the same time, worked, and had a good appetite, and even gave a wound care. It's amazing how it could combine this rage and prudence.
All employees of the base knew that if Basil is in office, even a truck not proedesh. He stood before the vehicle and attacked her. And blew his teeth into the course. It was surprisingly, as you can grab the metal teeth. All told me: "Ba-Sihl - not a dog. Tiger! ", But, in my opinion, the tiger was far from Basile.
One incident has shaken me to the core. It was January 15, 1992. My night duty at the base took place as usual.
I set up the dog on the roadblock. Basil just had to put on no checkpoint, and tie it around a warehouse dock. Overpass was quite high. Tying it down ESTA ¬ kady, I went into the duty room.
The night passed quietly. In the duty room was warm, and I fell asleep. I had a dream that penetrated to the base of the armed men: two or three people.
My dogs began to burst them. I ran for help and saw Basil attacked one of them. It had no collar or chain.
Fight
ensued, and while I ran to the aid of a dog, I report ¬ livo saw a man
with a knife inflicted several blows to the body of Ba ¬ Zilia. The man laughed and told me in person that his knife against my dog ​​is powerless. And at that time Basil was lying nearby, and I ¬ Affairs integer his fading sight.
Realizing that my dog ​​died, I rushed to the man. And struggle ensued between us. As often happens in a dream, a man suddenly disappeared, as if it was not. There is only Basil ¬ tory continued to look at my fading eyes. In my eyes filled with tears, I cried.
I woke up abruptly. The whole body was in a sweat. Listened, but was surprisingly quiet. To get yourself a little, I went out in a sweater. There was a frosty night. My legs went in the direction of their own warehouse, where he was tied Basil. The closer I came to the stores, the faster my legs went, and before the eyes of a dying dog look. When I was at twenty meters from Basile, became clearly hear a wheeze, like a someone choking. I ran in front of me and opened the following picture: Basil hung, barely touching the hind feet of land. The chain was wrap around the columns on the viaduct, the dog could not jump on it and almost hung in the air. I ran to the half-dead dog, unbuckled his shotgun and laid it on the ground.
A few seconds later came to Basil. He became a joy to me, as I have never enjoyed. I was his savior. And just when it took several minutes, I realized that tying Basil here, I condemned him to death. I should have foreseen that such a jumping dog will jump on the rack, the chain can twist slowly around the column. And finally, there will come a time when it is not enough to jump off the overpass. And pro ¬ emanated.
When I remembered my dream, I have the body crawl. Understand what you like, but this dream Basile called for help. He called it my dream. Created it. It was his last chance to escape. And he used it. In another way to explain this case I can not. Great dog could die so ignominiously.


Botha and CHITA
Monotone
and calm days passed in our little cabin in the mountain village of
HMI, which is located near the border with North Georgia. A small nursery, which we organized in this village, there are five otarnyh dogs. Among them, Botha and Chita is for us the price of a pair, and we hope ¬ were obtained from their prospective offspring. But, unfortunately, they got to us already at an advanced age. Judging by the state of teeth, the dogs were at least eight years. The couple embodied image of the best dogs Garbanskogo subtype. Botha, at the time was the only dog ​​in the kennel. Daily in addition to walking dogs, we produced after feeding in the fenced grid area. This area is for them was neutral, and there they were able to communicate. We also were interested in watching them, studying the character of each dog, especially those who have got us into adulthood.




Photo 129. Botha and CHITA
Botha decided immediately that the order in the pack should watch it. All females within a few weeks he had "put in place." He had a despotic character. Once in the paddock with females, he at first acted like a gentleman, greeted each of them checked, if not started pustovka. Then, by virtue of his advanced age, went somewhere and slept well, a little rest, begin to terrorize them. He
first flew on those females who have tried to sort things out between
themselves by means of teeth, letting them know that he alone has the
right to do so. Interestingly,
the first recipients of the bashing is not young, and old females,
despite the fact that they behaved more decently young. The only bitch that he physically could not suppress was Chita. Realizing that he could not defeat it by force, Botha began to use psychological pressure. He is constantly growling at Chita, showing that displeased her. After a while this method worked and gave the desired result for him. Chita became, like the other females in his presence, to show humility.
But this Botha its educational work in relation to the weaker sex in the harem did not finish. If during the next vacation, when he went to bed and began to doze, passed by the bitch, they got another beating. Ultimately, all females, as well as he quietly lay in certain places and not disturb him. As soon as any of them got up, he pripod ¬ Nimal his thick lips, baring fangs worn, and began to growl. Female immediately fell into place. Only when near-range were strangers or dogs, he and his flock began to bark furiously outside. At such moments, everything worked smoothly. The order was so strict, that bitch could not even look at each other with hostility. Botha was a true leader.
One day New Year December 29, 1986 and Botha potential Cheats revealed to us in another way. Early
one morning my brother and I went to the woods Samvel, who was in a
ravine near to cut down a little for the New Year tree. We took a Botha and Chita. These
dogs were behaving much more comfortable for the kennel, not distracted
by passing people and not attacked by barking dogs. In general, behave roughly. Leaving the village, we slowly began to climb up a ravine. Quietly conversing, we did not notice that came to the top of the gorge where the northern slope of a forest. A few hundred meters into the ravine, when suddenly the dog coming with us, excitedly began to sniff and ran forward. A few seconds later, they disappeared. We have added a step, started calling the dogs, but they did not return. Soon
on the northern slopes ¬ not, at a distance of approximately 200 meters
away, was distinctly sly ¬ shen their furious barking. We listened: the human voice was heard, then, fortunately, they do not attack humans. Mountainside was steep enough, and we stood there deciding to get up or wait for us. Voices of the dogs were clearly audible and heard from a particular location. Apparently, they raised some animals, but it was strange that an animal remains in one place for so long. Assuming that the dogs chased up a tree the lynx, we still have to climb up the hill to find out what was wrong.
Snow, who was lying on the slope, exhausted us completely until we got to the right place. There remains a small ledge with a barking ¬ tank went from there. Clinging to the bushes and branches, we overcome if ¬ and this obstacle. After a few seconds before we open ¬ las following picture: in a small clearing in 20-30 meters was a great deer! He fought off the dogs, directing their vast branched antlers, then one, then another. Dogs Kru ¬ lived around him, not letting go. The
deer looked tired from the hot breath of the open mouth pulled out
clubs couples sides flared as fur in the animal's behavior and felt
anger, and despair. We, as if bewitched, watched this magnificent animal. The deer did not even notice us, he was busy with the dogs. I do not know how long it lasted, but after a few seconds, burst from my chest crying. The dogs stopped for a moment. The deer saw us, he raised his head and, with his horn on his back, up hill and down dale, raced through the forest. Dry sticks beat on his horn, and expansion in different directions, creating a loud noise in the woods. In an instant, the deer and the dog disappeared, but a few seconds was the sound of breaking branches. For a long time we called the dogs, but to no avail.
After
a short rest, we have to choose on the side of the tree, thinking that
the dog will find us, or, more likely, their own beliefs ¬ nutsya home. Cut a small fir tree, very tired, we began to descend. When, far below, show the way, we saw her on two moving points. This Botha and Chita returned home. Returning 30 minutes later, we found our dog in the yard.
Remembering
this incident, I always go back to the idea that these dogs in ancient
times was used for hunting big game, so as to get a deer that we would
not be difficult if we had weapons with them. The instinct of work on large animals was evident.


PROGRESS OF SELENIUM PHELSHA
Striking and versatile fate of this dog - double champion Caucasus (1995-1996.) Among the fighting dogs.
Progress is a living legend. Traversed
their way from a young dog to a legendary fighter, was so severe that
either on-site Hoda other dog, a career soldier would have ended in two
years. But, all in order.
The
first fight Hoda, which began to speak in Kazbegi paradise ¬ ONET, and
this is his home - the battle between progress and Dzhigrino. Then Hoda turned a little more than 10 months, and Dzhigrino was a half years. This is a huge difference in the physical and psychological development, but won the fight Hoda clean.
He made Dzhigrino flee from the battlefield, imposing a very tight fight, not allowing his opponent to win psychologically. Showing a great desire to win, he broke down an opponent. No one expected such an outcome of battle. And already ten months of Hoda said as to the future, an outstanding fighter. Looked at this time a sort of burly Hoda. Prance, calm eyes, small eyes no fuss. The master stroke with a grin, but at the same time lovingly said Hoda likes to eat.
It combines the strength of bison and plastic lioness. Smaller, squat (68 cm at the withers) male. Later, he was still a little older and his growth amounted to ¬ 70 cm fork weight ranged from 57 to 63 kg. He had short hair, a light red color. But the biggest notable was in gear running. On
the collar, which he wore, the owner of several bells attached to at
night, when Hoda released to walk through the village, it is not
confused with other dogs and shot dead by mistake, as often in the
village came to stray dogs, who stole the bird or flock . Bells were ringing melodiously at movement and kept as a talisman, it unscathed.
And of course, if the Hoda was born in another place and another time he would have been another life. But he was born in the Caucasus, and belonged to people who do not live a quiet and measured life. Since
ancient times, strength of spirit and ability to fight in extreme
conditions, the peoples of the Caucasus and passed to his dogs,
companions in life and work.
Each family shepherd subconsciously trying to prove to himself and others that the best dogs belong to him. Hoda was no exception, and he had to fight to prove that right to be the best in the eyes of his master.
And as the bells began to sound musically, in a village of Kazbegi region, then in another. To the sound of drum samples ¬ Hoda began to overwhelm opponents in its path.
Some
fights he could win easily, but when you get older rivals age, and an
easy victory was no where to wait, the amazing ability to wake up Hoda
find a "vulnerable" position, and win the battle. And this feeling it could not be acquired by life experience, since he was very young. This
feeling was laid in it by many generations of his ancestors, who in the
grim struggle for life adapted to the harsh conditions of living and
working in flocks, and still managed to give birth to their kind. Of course, the feeling was over-lozheno hereditary.
When Hoda was more than a year, he began to receive from posterity. Apparently, this factor has further strengthened his character. Frames Kazbegi region, no longer satisfied owner Hoda. While in Tbilisi (Georgia) held an unofficial championship fights among otarnyh dogs, and it's time to fight for the leadership.




Photo 130. Real fighting dogs


In the championship was the strongest fighter in Male, acquired in the mountains of Svaneti (Georgia), nicknamed Juba. Juba
- Medium-sized male red color, short-haired, not gleaming exterior and
physical data, but differs unusual technique of warfare and great
capacity for work. He defeated a much stronger and larger opponents. Defeated in the final battles of males from the village as Bombora Gergeti and Dzhigrino of Kazbegi. Rumors
of a young soldier from the village of Kazbegi region Phelsha already
soared in the capital of Georgia and, of course, all lovers of fighting
dogs in his heart wanted to see a fight between Juba and Hoda. And Hoda taken to Tbilisi.
For the first time a young dog enters the big city. Of course, the course was taken aback by the trip in the car. New smells, new sound-ki, the mass of strangers. Not having time to adapt, he immediately found himself face to face with an opponent, but not in Juba. As
it turns out it's just a show fight Hoda which should prove to be
worthy, a fight that will give the right to meet with the champion.
For the first time have no desire to fight Hoda, but persistent rival, and makes Hoda explode. A few minutes and rival broken.
Only late in the evening Hoda gets at what that farm. The owner ties it and leaves. All night waiting for the host Hoda. Finally, the owner comes back machine, back to the city, razgovo ¬ Ry people, disputes over rival and again Juba. For a moment everything falls silent and then explodes. Noise, screams, and fall. But here's the sound of bells, as if he was back in the mountains and fresh air again fills his powerful lungs.
Hoda throws off the opponent, and there is no doubt that after a while rival would run away from the battlefield. The owner stops Hoda, embraces him, wearing a collar with bells. For the second day he picks up the halls of alcohol coming from the owner. And when he is accompanied by the smell, the owner of a little weird and strange. Progress was very tired and all his thoughts - on the house. But in the evening he again goes to the farm. Offered him food seems an insult. At
night he dreams of an old Zvyad, the father of the owner gives him a
delicious meal, the serum with fresh bread and gently says, "Hoda eat,
eat." But sleeping dog just short, like life, given to her by ¬ rodoy. Dawn, and the voices of people waking Hoda again.
In the room where he was, became the owner and group of people. It came from fans of Kazbegi. Type of a young soldier got them in a moment of silence, followed by pangs of a host address. Before them was not a full strength fighter, but tired of the unnecessary fights, with an indifferent eye, dog. Some fans have expressed doubts about the willingness to fight Hoda from Juba. But the owner was adamant, explaining that Hoda easily deal with the opponent. And here he is in the way, in a way that will dramatically change the destiny of his life. At a designated place stipulated some conditions for the fight and the battle began.
Contestants stand face to face, restrained owners. Juba is full of strength and desire to win. Progress is only moved forward only in order to please his master. And, in general, it looks convincing, no courage and look indifferent. Signal and the judges fight started. Juba cuts into the course and pass as a wrestler wrestling in the hind legs. Hoda knocked down, but not for long, it is physically stronger than Juba. He grabs his cheek and wraps his front paws, and lumps on the back, but Juba as a snake slips out of turn. Juba all the time trying to damage the legs of the course and he does. Progress
through the pain trying to keep the opponent's grip on the ear, but not
strong enough to hold back from Juba, counterattacks, and finally,
exhausted by Juba Hoda is not in a position to have to resist. Still, for a while Juba tormented his exhausted body, and then Juba gone. Progress has fallen. Fans cheer Juba. The host Hoda silently wearing a collar, puts him in the trunk of the car and they drive to the farm. Again, it is tied in a room, give water and go.
It takes several days, the owner does not come. He was offered food, but he refused it on. Progress awaits the owner, that he released him from the room, gave him the will to heal their wounds. But there is no host, Hoda and decides to break out of the room, but first must deal with a leash. A few jerks in the opposite direction of the tie and in ¬ Hoda takes off the collar from the head. Now he needs expr ¬ vatsya from the premises, but the door is closed. But
there is a small window, forced some things and a few jars of liquid in
a jump, he decided to break the glass, but he did not succeed. Objects fall on him, turned over the bank with a liquid that is poured on his head. A few seconds later he felt a strange burning sensation on his head. Hoda rubbed his head on the front paw. Burning goes to paw. He began to thrash about the room. Someone at the farm heard the noise and. he
ran, he decided that Hoda was furious, but then, watching from the
window, I realized that the dog knocked over a jar of acid. Oath, he got into his car and drove away. Only towards evening the car back. This brought the owner of the farm of a man who knew Hoda. The door opened, and the guy went.
He presented a terrible picture: cheek, neck, front leg had been burned with acid. He regretted and affection in his voice began to approach the turn. Hoda believed him, sort of sincerity veyala from this guy. He knew him from childhood, is a neighbor of its owner. The guy took the collar, inviting Hoda exit. Progress through the pain, went to the door. The guy quietly draped and buttoned collar. In
another situation, the course of this would not allow it, but now it's
been so important - most importantly, he was on the outside.
The guy kept repeating: "Hoda home, come home." And when he opened the trunk of the car, helping to sit down unconditionally Hoda got into the car. Long road once again suggests that he was going home. And when the mountains appeared, fresh air and began to penetrate into the car, Hoda sighed deeply and. the first time in many days, he was calm at heart. Now he allowed himself to forget exhausted sleep.
On reaching the house and leaving the car, saw the old Zvyada Hoda, who sent a curse against his son, and word of regret to him.
Day after day in the house to Zvyadu people came to learn how health Hoda, heal if the wound. But the wounds heal poorly. Muscle tissue was restored very slowly. The wounds inflicted in battle long ago healed, but scars of acid lasted very long. It took more than six months until the wound on his cheek and covered with a thin forelimb skin. The front leg is badly disturbed him, he almost stepped on it. On the fighter's career is not out of the question. The owner lost interest in Stroke. And the old Zvyad not allow to touch him. The owner knew he was guilty before his dog.
It took another six months. Progress became more confident to step on his paw. From the quiet life he razdobrel, the muscles were covered with Zhirkov. He lived the measured home life. The owner began to take him to the mountains, a little move. The pace of every day becoming more confident. Again began to show muscle.
He was three years old. Again to become the owner heard rumors that Hoda is not a fighter, that the front leg will never work as before. The
owner was angry and threw a challenge to all, claiming that in a fair
fight Hoda win any opponent, but he is not completely healthy. The two sides joked: "To the old Hoda will be healthy." This plunged the host still in great fury. The grain was thrown, and it was supposed to germinate. And now, found a rival. It proved to be a fighter named Gabo, (owner Ahpolov Felix) from the city of Vladikavkaz. Appointed day and hour of the meeting. The news instantly spread throughout the Kazbegi region. Felix reasonable person and take good care of your pet, has long heard about the course and knew that his brother Hod Gabo. mother's side - Dzukny. But they have different fathers: Stroke of Keda, Gabo from Komshi.
By the time Gabo was almost two years older than speed. Had a reputation as a strong and dynamic fighter and a contender for the title of Vladikavkaz. Felix
did not bring the invitation to Kazbegi widely publicized, as was
looking for a young dog for fighting, and that this blood. Having decided that the less fighting fans will see Hoda Vladikavkaz, the better. In the afternoon, fans gathered in the village Phelsha. Hoda where he lived.
Formed a large circle of spectators. And in the center of the circle Felix introduced Gabo, holding him by the collar. A few moments later the circle broke, and there walked slowly to the old Zvyad Hoda. Zvyad
he decided to let the fight Hoda with Gabo, because I thought that if
Hoda have a hard fight, he was at the right time to stop the fight. Timur - host Hoda stood slightly to one side, dropping the second ¬ catching.
His heart was beating in my chest so hard that it seemed about to jump out of your chest. He heard nothing and saw only the course and Gabo were standing in front of his eyes. Necklaces undone, yet a moment, all fell silent for a moment, and only the voice of Felix and Gabo roar broke the silence. Gabo eagerly joined the fray. Progress is momentarily stopped, but met with a powerful blow opponents chest.
Two magnificent beauty and spirit of the dogs had to prove ¬ in the day, what they can do. But things turned in favor of dogs. The number of visitors has greatly narrowed, more than half the audience were "drunk" and did not control himself. The crowd somknu ¬ las - could not understand where the owners, and where viewers.
Claims of owners to expand the circle does not work, and Felix demanded an end to the fight.
A few moments later the dogs were divorced in different directions. The
audience demanded to continue the fight, but it was clear they did not
manage, and Felix said goodbye and returned to Vladikavkaz.
On the way to the city he could not forget Hoda, remembering how hard and drive he kept fighting. After
all, for those few minutes of battle, Gabo was unable to hold any
effective counter-reception, and in fact this dog was two years younger,
and also suffered injuries that have not healed. And physically he was not best prepared. Hoda was thick, limp. But Felix was most impressed by the silence. Hoda fought silently.
The silence a sign of great strength of spirit. In the fighter should not be a lot of noise (growling, barking). Sure fighter can only afford to put a little hair on the shoulder and then only at the beginning of the battle. Go to battle with grin is considered bad form. Show grin in battle, immediately counted as a defeat, because it shows the dog's teeth is predisposed to defend, not to fight. Spiritual
Broken dog usually does not hold a grip on her tail drooping, she tries
to find an opponent with a grin, slapping his teeth in his neck, then
to the side. As if to say, enough, leave me alone for me. Sure
as a soldier in this situation immediately exposes the shoulder or
neck, and lowers his head as to want to push an opponent and not get
injured on the head. It's
certain rules, not even a rule, a ritual in which the demolition ¬ nick
should realize that he is given the opportunity to leave the
battlefield.
For millennia, indigenous Caucasian dogs live in packs in flocks, protecting sheep from predators. And in our modern age, perhaps this is one of the few breeds of dogs, which retained a primitive dog genetics. Dogs that have been companions in the life of primitive people. Therefore, they embodied all the greatest strengths of this kind. During
courtship tournaments often seen such a picture: a vacant female cover
is not always the big dog, but one that combines strength and greater
fortitude, the ability to calculate their strength - the dog thinking
and able to live properly with nature and people. So
studs are usually gets more food, they stay closer to the dwelling
shepherds and, naturally, they accrue tidbits left over from the table. Females also more favorable to them, because next to them Good luck to them.
And Felix was determined to get Hoda for themselves. Already knowing that this magnificent dog can become a champion of the Caucasus fighting. But this dream is not so quickly realized. There were multiple trips to the village Phelsha and persuasion hosts Hoda, sell it. Felix offered a large sum of money, but those entreaties have not yielded positive results. And for a while Felix calmed down.
Life is Hoda contrast even more acute. A few more fights with strong opponents again broke down it. He
began playing rivals that of their data yield Hoda, Hoda but rather
tired of the unpredictability of his master, as master allowed himself
when Hoda did not want to fight, to hit him, that is totally
unacceptable. And
no matter how strong the spirit of the dog, as well she was not
prepared physically, if the owner does not understand it, to achieve
some results in the fighting skirmishes impossible.
It is necessary to achieve a sense of when your dog trusts you completely and full immense love for you. The pressure on the dog as unacceptable. Dog's life and your life should go hand in hand, and at the same time, you should need one another. In education there is no dog of some stereotypes. It is a spiritual understanding.
This is not a primitive animal, the animal with a great spiritual potential. And not without reason, God gave man a friend like a dog. And who knows how to develop a person's life, do not be next to him, this animal, full of love for a man to sacrifice. But,
unfortunately, being thousands of years with her, man could not even
give the dog a hundredth of that love and devotion that she gives him.
It took another six months. During
this time, brother Hod, but not litter, and a year older, named Tight
(Georgian appeal to the dog), was to shine in the arena fighting rings. Tight, who grew up in the mountains Kazbegi region, spent his youth in the flock. A good feeding, plenty of physical exercise, a great gene pool, let him grow into a beautiful dog. Flawless body, strong neck, very strong ligaments, the powerful light, powerful muzzle with excellent dental arcade. The embodiment of power and strength of granite. By nature, not quarrelsome, not allowing to be too familiar seboy, with age, he felt his physical superiority. This gave him confidence in the fighting and strengthen remarkable fortitude. Mamiev
Batradz and his brother Ruslan, owners of tight, thin felt it his
character, not to force things, and for two and a half years of very
cleverly picked opponents. Brought tightly to the championship in great physical and spiritual form.
In 1994 he became the champion Tight Caucasus fighting. For the year won the strongest dog of the Caucasus. Such
as: Borzik, son of the famous Barbosa (Pyatigorsk, ow. Serdyukov VI),
Tarzan (Dagestan), Bach (Kabardino-Balkaria, ow. Lobzhanidze N.); Gedyk
(Karachay-Cherkessia, was Uchkekent). All of these outstanding dogs after the fights with tightly for a long time psychologically unable to recover. Under the press tightly and came running.
This happened in autumn 1994, on the border of North Ossetia and Georgia's Daryal Gorge, near the village of Upper Lars. A huge number of fans had gathered on both sides of this narrow canyon site. Fight was scheduled in the fenced area next to the highway. On the one hand raged Terek, on the other hand had the silent rocks, which have witnessed this encounter.
Georgia, Kazbegi region in particular, was Hoda, a tightly represented North Ossetia. The fight started off very rapidly, the dogs showed remarkable for its beauty and perfect technique. Tight had the advantage in physical strength, but the technique was refined Hoda. To
the surprise of the audience several times Hoda was able to turn the
passage into the legs tightly that almost could not make the previous
opponents tightly. Tight but was resilient. He was at the peak of physical perfection. Progress became tired. And his resistance faded, head tightly in front of rose. Hoda tightly crushed once again and did not give him up. Passions fans Hoda, strained to the limit. They began to jump over the fence and shouting supported ¬ vat Hoda. Closed the circle around the fighting dogs. The case moved to a brawl between fans. But other fans, more sensible, quickly realized that the battle to pre ¬ kraschat that passion had subsided. The victory gave tightly, for so ¬ drank the world and in good spirits departed.
Long time fans of the fighting in North Ossetia were discussing bout two brothers. It was clear that Hoda enough physically and psychologically prepared. But his manner of fights with rivalry ¬ kami admired his eccentricity. It also became obvious that this magnificent animal needs another coach. Man
¬ age, understanding the atmosphere that surrounds the amateur fights,
knowing all the more or less eminent men that they are, their strengths
and weaknesses. Mentor,
who would ably picked up the necessary sequence of opponents at the
right time, and it opened to the hidden potential in Hod uncommon.
In a short time this has happened. Timur, his owner, for a time change his place of residence and decided to give Hoda Ahpolovu Felix for some time. Surprisingly,
the sullen and proximity to communicate Hoda quickly gets used to the
new owner, as if realizing that at the moment it is appreciated as a
pure diamond.
Hoda sensed a different attitude to itself. Lusk, communication with the new master filled his life. Felix walked for a long time to move, took him in the car and tried to Hoda was always with him. He even began to like to ride in the car. He realized that everything that belongs to a new owner, belongs to him. Good food, long walks, with little physical exertion, have a positive effect on him. His body was flushed force. He even became playful with a new owner. Ably increased physical exertion and time to subside. A few months later was ready to crush Hoda all and sundry that threatened its new owner. Felix began to feel it. Progress has not been indifferent to his dog, who was interested only in his own person. He became involved in the life of Felix.
Any dog ​​which came to Felix, and that led up to it, was it annoying. And the most irritating ones that shamelessly pranced and also brazenly stared at him. The new owner used it skillfully, especially let him down at such a distance that Hoda could not get an opponent.
Morale Hoda has gained a rebirth. And this sense of morale acquired a different meaning. Previously, it was only for myself, but now he was thinking more about the new host. There were already two! And Hoda knew that the two of them do not overwhelm anyone.
Within two years, Hoda won the best fighters in the Caucasus. They came in and tightly. Also won the fight Hoda a champion of Turkmenistan Gomurdzha.
Stroke was twice champion of the Caucasus and the CIS. Felix took a seven-year Hoda at home in the village Phelsha where Hoda lived to 11 years. During his life he has given outstanding sons. Such
as Aptar (owner Karaev V.) and White Stroke (owner Pliev L.) Line Hoda
at the present moment is one of the greatest lines in the Caucasus.
The last time we saw the move, he was 10 years old. In the beautiful summer morning we arrived at the home of the family Kolhebashvili. We were met Timur and at our request brought Hoda. We expect to see an old, decrepit dog, but were amazed to see Hoda. Like a few years and grueling battles were unknown to him. Only the scars on his head and his soulful eyes, full of calm and confidence, betrayed his age. Looking into the dark eyes of this magnificent animal, I thought, "What is thinking in those moments Stroke? Maybe on the human race, about how unfair and unpredictable man, how he is imperfect and weak. " Or nature has given the dog only a great love for man, and that love forgives all? Even the sins of man, which he displays ¬ rye in relation to it.
All this remains a mystery, in which a person should understand. And then, we may have a different way we treat each other. Love one another, and the human world will become more perfect.