Something told me to keep Coby on a short leash this morning. I am glad that I listened to that small, still voice.

We were taking our normal morning jaunt around the back part of the neighborhood, when suddenly we were met by the barks of two small dogs. One was on a walking leader stuck in the ground, the other was loose.

Well, Coby was ready for action as soon as he saw them. The pug *leader of the gang* was ready for action as well, as he trotted confidently up to Coby. His back up *the terrier-ist* was barking her head off in support for Pug. Pug was only about a foot and a half from where I stood controlling Coby. You could almost hear the commentary:

Pug “You come on my turf, want to pass by my home, and get away with it? I don’t think so.”

Terrier-ist “Yeah, tell him like it is! If I could get over there you would be in trouble!”

Coby “Feeling froggy? Jump then!”

Pug was in a Mexican standoff with Coby. I noticed they were staring each other straight in the eyes. I covered Coby’s and told the other dog to back up. He didn’t come any closer, though he didn’t back down either.

The owners came out when they heard all the ruckus and took the two smaller dogs back in. Coby wasn’t ready to let it go. We did have a successful walk in the end, even after the two dogs threatened again through the glass of their doorway as we passed.