Tig got his first dog today.
Sheba, the Australian Cattle Dog that lives a few doors down (and who is a very sweet dog), turned the corner of our building and found Tig. Her owner gives Sheba a lot of leash, and before she could pull Sheba back, Sheba had leaped at Tig. Who responded as a cat will, and slashed Sheba’s nose. I heard barking, then yipping, and ran outside quickly to find Tig all fluffed out and running back in. I chatted with Sheba’s owner while I tried to get the dog to sit so I could survey the damage. I finally saw one drop of blood on her nose.
Yep, Tig has finally drawn his first doggy blood.
He’s still pissed off and refusing to go back outside. Meantime, Gracie, entirely oblivious, is going back and forth as usual.
Tig, one cat who’s a bad motha (shut yo mouth). Tig!
Hrumph. That’s what you say. Sheba was obviously merely extending the paw of peaceful co-existence to a neighbor and was subjected to the typical fe-lyin’ response to such gestures. Sneak attack! And once again the UN is silent on the incident.
Yeah, you dogs all stick together. Sheba’s been after Tig for years.