Of course, just to keep the story from sounding too cool, he did it at his local Tim Horton's. While ordering a maple bacon iced frap or whatever, Gibb noticed "something" wrapped around his dog, Sasha, in the parking lot. The fact that the "something" was a cougar didn't seem to register or matter much. "I wasn't really analyzing it too much at the time," he recalled. "All that was going through my mind is that I had to protect my dog. It was just very instinctual. My dogs are like my children."
And so, like a mother protecting her babies from a giant cougar, Gibb reflexively protected his baby from a giant cougar by pummeling it until it disengaged and fled into the nearby woods. Phew. Tragedy averted. But no! The cougar was merely retreating tactically, and emerged once again to attack his other dog, Mongo. Gibb faced off with the beast again, and a combination of arm flailing and hollering once again drove the feline back. It was at this stage that Gibb upgraded his arsenal to include "the closest, biggest stick that I could find" before running "back into the trees to go fight the cougar."
His efforts were rewarded with a dog that recovered after a brief visit to a veterinarian and paid for with deep claw lacerations (from which he also recovered, so really, no big). A member of the local constabulary later remarked, "I wouldn't recommend everybody wrassle with a cougar, but in this case it worked for the best."