My friend Joan came over today to get her dogs, which I had been keeping while she was busy being sick. 
We went out into the yard, noticed Echo was still inside. (She sometimes gets confused.) Suddenly--major commotion. My dogs are roaring at each other (no other word for it) and Joan is yelling at them to stop. They are up on their hind legs, ripping at one another's face, trying to rip out each other's throats!
OK, I drag Joan away. (Really, been bedridden most of the week and now she's going to stop a dog fight?) My dogs would pull out their own teeth with pliers before they'd bite Aunt Joan, but they were so wild that they easily could have nailed her without realizing.
When they separated a little, I was able to get Katie Mae onto the patio, and that was the end of it. All of a sudden, everything was peaceful and quiet. Tails wagging amiably. I checked Katie for damage, figuring that a trip to the e-vet was on the horizon, but there's not a scratch on her. No blood, no punctures, no bites, not even clumps of hair pulled out. 14 pounds of slobber, yes. Injuries, no. Same with Monday. No damage at all. Cautiously allowed together, all they wanted to do was lick each other's face and then go for a drink. So I hooked them up and took them for a walk.
Was this really a fight, do you think? Trust me, the sound effects and the teeth and the way they were going at each other was VERY authentic and scary.opcorn: BUT! Not a scratch on either one? Two minutes later, slapping one another on the back and wanting to go out for a beer?
Does anybody know what's going on?
We went out into the yard, noticed Echo was still inside. (She sometimes gets confused.) Suddenly--major commotion. My dogs are roaring at each other (no other word for it) and Joan is yelling at them to stop. They are up on their hind legs, ripping at one another's face, trying to rip out each other's throats! OK, I drag Joan away. (Really, been bedridden most of the week and now she's going to stop a dog fight?) My dogs would pull out their own teeth with pliers before they'd bite Aunt Joan, but they were so wild that they easily could have nailed her without realizing.
When they separated a little, I was able to get Katie Mae onto the patio, and that was the end of it. All of a sudden, everything was peaceful and quiet. Tails wagging amiably. I checked Katie for damage, figuring that a trip to the e-vet was on the horizon, but there's not a scratch on her. No blood, no punctures, no bites, not even clumps of hair pulled out. 14 pounds of slobber, yes. Injuries, no. Same with Monday. No damage at all. Cautiously allowed together, all they wanted to do was lick each other's face and then go for a drink. So I hooked them up and took them for a walk.
Was this really a fight, do you think? Trust me, the sound effects and the teeth and the way they were going at each other was VERY authentic and scary.
opcorn: BUT! Not a scratch on either one? Two minutes later, slapping one another on the back and wanting to go out for a beer?Does anybody know what's going on?
