Tigger

I’m Tigger, but you can call me Tig, Tiggy, or—if I’m in trouble—Tiger. I’m a seven-year-old pit mix with a heart as big as my jump (which, by the way, easily clears a four-foot fence). I’m all about morning walks, head nudges for extra pets, and keeping a watchful eye on the neighborhood from my favorite spot on the couch. I came to my family after my original owner, a friend of my human’s son, passed away too soon. Since then, I’ve been keeping watch over the house, making sure my humans (and my brother, Narly) are always safe. I take my role as protector very seriously—squirrels, mail carriers, and any other questionable characters have to get past me first. If I were a lawyer, I’d be a fierce litigator, never backing down from a fight—unless, of course, there are cuddles involved.