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I had a dog once, or rather, our family lived in a male boxer named Flam. In fact the correct name of Flamenco was David, but it would be very impractical to recall it in such a way each time it was removed, and then he was not the type to be formalized.

Thirty-seven pounds and goes by, the waiting time was good as fierce, impetuous, stubborn and sweet together. Nevertheless he had a good dose of aggression towards other male dogs and also to any type of animal big or small it was.

was mid afternoon and we were hanging around (me and the four-legged) on the few low-lying land behind the village when we saw a goat tied to a solitary old cherry tree with a long rope. Like any good predator Flam ears pricked up and sleeping on his back and began to approach cautiously. The goat
showed no fear and continued to graze the grass until it carelessly he had a few feet. At that point the herbivore raised his head, stood up on its hind legs with his head down and charged without delay and the potential aggressor. Flam I saw in the eyes of a flash of astonishment and dismay, and after a moment of fear. Swerved to the side helped by his powerful post and if you gave it to their heels. But he did not go away. Clearly, the instinct of the predator and pride prevailed, so he stopped after a few yards, spun around and attacked in turn galloping belly to the ground. It was the turn of the goat to quickly head back, stopping shortly after, turn and attack again.

Without ever get to the real physical confrontation continued to pursue the game is played almost without interruption, but the race of both animals, as well as to grow every time a bit 'more, gradually lost the initial drama of' violent event, to take more and more like an accomplice of the raid. Flam disappeared from the back of the dark patch of hair lifted and he began to take on at each change of direction of the town and playful posture of his race, stretching his front paws on the ground and while lifting the rear and then take to flight or to ' tracking as appropriate. The goat for his part began to make incredible leaps in the air in defiance the law of gravity and stopped to lower his head to gore that had become his playmate.

Every now and then interrupted the raids to catch my breath and take the opportunity to sniff closely to consolidate the friendship.
The show was fascinating and I'd been watching them for days, but I felt the call of my women I notice that the dinner was served. So I called my turn Flam (repeatedly to listen to me because it was not showing) and we headed for home while the goat followed us what allowed him the rope which was tied.

At that point, the prisoner began to bleat. A bleat of dismay, grief, abandonment. Flam froze a few steps, turning and pointing in the opposite direction. And she continued to call him. He looked into my eyes, silently wondering if it was not the case back to her.
I do not slowed down my pace and he continued to follow, yet at every call of his partner could not be prevented from stopping for a moment and look back.
adamantly went back home, the rumblings of my stomach had made the Act binding.
But the dinner was accompanied by poignant bleating without interruption through the window ajar.
They stopped only when it got dark.

The comparison is hazardous, but this photo sequence shows that it is very possible that two animals of different breeds are able to communicate and even play together.

Whether because they have no problem with their skin color, language or religion?