People would sometimes ask if Tiffany was aggressive. My reply would be that she would barely bite her own food.
We decided to take one of our regular walks along the canal levee path near our home. En route, Tiffany shied away from a fireplug, refusing to allow herself to be within twenty feet of it as we entered the levee trail.
At the base of the levee, enjoying a rest on the green lea, was a 2,000+ lb. bull, solidly muscled and broad of horn. With a savage snarl, our girl charged down the slope. Only the fifteen foot spring lead checked her attack.
Dragging her back up to the trail, I lifted her to my shoulder. As we continued along the path, she glared past my ear at the automobile-sized red mass, continuing her rumbling, growls. This from a pet so mild mannered she barks only through the window at bicycles, never even at cats. Burglars, we suspect, she might welcome warmly. But we’re certainly safe from one-ton red bulls.
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