Every month or so for the last year, my dog has found one of the many neighborhood wandering cats in one of the many drainage ditch pipes along our street.
He is very cat aggressive and gets in that 'stalking pose' that dogs do when they hunt - standing still, head raised, nose sniffing in the air, one paw off the ground, intense focus on something that no one else can see.
Usually the cat can escape by running out the other side of the pipe and away into a neighboring yard. Most of the time I see them beforehand and can drag Durango away before anything happens.
Well, about a month ago, there was a cat in one of the pipes and it didn't run away when we came by. Durango started pulling on his leash and managed to stick his nose in the pipe. The cat promptly swatted him, which made him want to get at it even more. When I finally pulled him out he had blood on his nose and was still trying to get the cat.
The next day we came up to the same spot but this time the cat was ready for us. As we got closer, it jumped out of the pipe, hissing at us, with the hair up on its arched back. I pulled Durango away and kept going with the walk. This happened twice more until finally he bolted after the cat, who wisely went through the pipe, out the other end, and off into the neighbor's yard.
Fast forward to last week. We were just ending our walk when Durango bolted after something in the drainage pipe by the house. This particular one doesn't go anywhere, just the grating in the street to drain the water, and the outlet of the pipe into the drainage ditch. Whatever he cornered in there was trapped with no place to go. He was barking up a storm and I had to put all my weight into dragging him out. Again he had a bloody nose but more so than the first time. As we left I turned and watched the cat run out of the pipe and back home. (Just glad it wasn't a skunk, or a rabid racoon.)
I finally got him back to the house and as I was going to get the hydrogen peroxide he went and jumped on my bed, then proceeded to wipe his bloody nose all over my sheets. I cornered him, cleaned the wound, and pushed him off the bed so I could change them.
This morning we were out walking and there was a cat hiding in the tall grass of one house (they really need to mow their lawn). The cat was doing such a good job that neither Durango nor I knew it was there until we were within three feet of it. Then the cat jumped up, Durango leapt at the cat, and the cat swatted him. Again I had to drag him away.
So, now, he thinks that cats live in every drainage pipe in our neighborhood. We have to stop at them all so he can sniff to make sure the world is free of those horrid felines.
Anyone have Caesar Milan's phone number?