I used to dog sit for a pair of Alsatians. They were mother and son and had lived at my house for two years before their owner (my lodger) moved out. The mum was dominant and did not like most other dogs so she could be a bit of hard work at times. The son was a big old sweety.
So their owner went on holiday leaving the dogs with friends and come the weekend I had them for the day. I took them to one of their usual spots and there, without warning they turned on each other in a full on fight. Snarling and biting and yes it was probably still mostly posturing but I’d never seen them like that before. What I did was to wade in, get between them and bellow in my best dog control voice to STOP, bad dogs! etc. Afterwards when everyone was calm I thought I was lucky to get away with it, but they were used to obeying me.
I’m pretty certain that it was a reaction to their owner having gone away, leaving them in a different house then two days later they were dropped at mine. They must have been feeling quite insecure. I guess taking control was what they need from me.
I think I know where you went, because that’s where I went, too.
We have this guy and this guy. They do rassle like brothers until guess which one takes things too far and turns it into a brawl. Right, NOT the ‘scary-looking’ one. I have had to jump in the middle of 180 pounds of fighting dogs before, and it’s true: you just have to know which one to grab. You grab the goddamned Labrador by the scruff and yank him out. Bulldog (no, he’s a bulldog shutup) instantly puts his crackers back in the can and sits down.
Sounds like my Chihuahua. He’s either peeing on something or trying to impregnate my dog’s ears. See, he can’t reach above her ankles unless she lays down. If she is laying down, he’s such an idiot he goes after the wrong end. When she gets tired of her ear “massage”, she starts trying to grab him with her mouth. As soon as she threatens his (neutered) masculinity, he jumps off and acts very indignant. Silly dog.
I’d picked up a dumped dog 3 days before, a 9 mo old bitch in her first heat dumped near my farm. I’d taken her to the vet and gotten her first round of shots and made an appointment for her spay. All my dogs were spayed and neutered. Apparently between the “new dog” hubbub and the scent of a dog in heat, something must’ve gone wrong. They turned on Frank, who was younger and smaller than all the dogs except the new dog. The were outside, I was in, I don’t know what started it. I rushed him to the emergency vet. He had an severed arterial under his front leg. They were able to stop the bleeding, but the leg lost blood flow and had to be amputated.
I’ve kept all the dogs, although I’d still like to find a home for the dumped dog, who is hard-headed, unlike my doberman, GSD and doberman mixes. I manage by keeping Frank separated from the others when I’m not supervising them.