Though Gyp may seem the fearsome guardian
Of our household, give credit too to Tig
Who, though she isn’t measurably big,
Is one dauntless protector of our den.
Her penetrating yaps and gravelly growls
Would give any would-be intruder pause,
Thinking to save his ankles from her jaws
Or that the neighborhood would hear her howls.
“She’s only little on the outside,” I’ve
Said often when describing Tiggy to
Someone who, seeing her, cannot contrive
What her ferocious clamoring can do
To back presumed intruders to the wall—
All that from one who’s just ten inches tall.