I recall some time ago when I was still living with my parents, a friend of mine knocked at the door for me with his Rottweiler - a meaty thing called Zeus (typical I know). Anyway, he didn't have a good hold on the lead and the dog charged into the house, through the hallway and into the kitchen. It soon returned with one of our cats (a dear beloved tortoiseshell named Sherry) clinging to its back. She let go as they reached the front porch and the dog span round. At this point I thought that Sherry was in for it. However, she somehow kind of backflipped (it all goes a bit Matrix at this point) and caught Zeus on the nose with her claws, Zeus let out an almighty yelp and ran into the garden and sat in the corner quivering behind one of mums plants.
My mate never called at the house with his dog again. |