In the evening, a stray turned up in the sheep pasture. I have no idea how he got *in* - the pasture is securely fenced, but there he was. Some kind of beagle, small shephard mix - in bad shape. Extremely thin, almost hairless from mange, limping badly. We lured him into a 1/2 acre fenced area, fed him, called Animal Control, and went to bed.
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