I’ve got that crew of four Dachshunds I keep bragging about and I’ve been watching them play and run and hunt and kill all manor of small wildlife for many years. But I’ve never seen them turn on one another. Till tonight.
I had them out in the Jeep for their daily constitutional, running and digging, hunting for mice and such. Lately, they retire early, due to the heat and jump in the back and I’ll feed them ice cubes. One at a time, they crunch them up and seem to enjoy them.
Well, Trixie apparently tried to move on Teddy’s cube, and DAMN! It was ON! Real Horror-Show! I had my back to them, but could tell in .01 of a second this was no playing around! I spun around, and they were on their hind legs, screaming and biting, hair and spit flying all around in the Jeep, going for each other’s throats! I’ve got hours of video of them playing, but I’ve never seen anything like this.
Over an Ice Cube! Hell, I got a whole cooler of them!
I yelled at them, and they quit, and then I admonished them. Teddy was quite contrite. Trixie just shook it off. The other two just kind of looked at them, disbelieving.
I gave them both new ice cubes and we went home.
Goddamn, I don’t ever want them to turn on me! That was some vicious shit I saw go down for 4 seconds! Almost scary.
I had a Beagle (Jake) and a Basset (Elwood) they loved to play fight, Beagle on hind legs, Basset on butt sitting up. But you could always tell when it went from brothers rasslin, to hurt feelings. (as it so often does with brothers):rolleyes:
Personally I think there was a no ear biting rule, between them there was like 4 square feet of ears:D.
I had two of my Greyhounds get into a misunderstanding one night and I’m glad I was literally an arm’s length away. As quick as I broke it up, the older one still ended up with one puncture wound on the top of his head and another in the skin of his throat. Thankfully that only happened once.
Bob? Oh, no. You mean Ted. He’s one vicious little bastard if he gets a mind to it. I’d never seen him do that before. I had heard he would fight with his father, and that is how he ended up coming back home to us. That must have been a nightmare! That was before he was fixed and he must have been twice as nasty.
I’ll give him skritches for you. He really is a sweet little guy.
Dogs and cats can turn into wild animals in an instant. My grand-nephew use to play with the neighbor’s dog all the time. One day the dog scratched his eye socket so bad he needed stitches and almost lost the eye.
Both my dogs are afraid of the vacuum cleaner. Both are large and very strong.
When I run the cleaner, they will bark at it and take an aggressive stance. If they get too close to each other when they do this, they will attack each other. I guess instinct takes over. Then I have to separate them.
Once the vacuum is turned off, they can be besties again!
When my dogs packed up on one of the dogs, Frank ended up losing a leg. It’s nothing to joke about when you’re one person trying to pull three dogs off one. If you get one off, the others just go in. I’ll carry scars the rest of my life from getting in the middle, but I couldn’t let them kill him, and they would have. Let one get down in the scrum, and the others go into berserker mode.
You say “Let one go down in the scrum”, could you explain? What might have caused them to turn on Frank? I mean, I don’t want to engage in victim-blaming but what happened?
Even the tiniest of dogs can scrap like crazy. My daughters 2 Chihuahuas argue and fuss like two bullies. Then one will get too exuberant and the fight is on. Granted all you gotta do is grab one and it’s over. Can’t do that so easy with a bigger dog.
I’ve seen Mr.Wrekker grab a Beagle in his pack up by the scruff to stop a kerfuffle. He says you have to know which one to grab. There’s always one bad apple in a pack that big.
