It’s hot and the dogs don’t want to go outside, but still want to play, hence the house has become their personal play zone. The living room is the wrestling ring, the bed is the trampoline for their jumping on and off point to get a better vantage point in the wrestling ring and the dining room is the challenge zone. That is where one of the dogs will square off on one of the other two issue a challenging bark, make a threatening lunge and then turn tail run to the living room and wait in the wrestling ring for a challenger to show up. Of course with 3 male dogs, even though they are all neutered, they are still male dogs, there is always a challenger. Then the fight is on, barking, charging each other from opposite sides of the room for a “vicious” chest slam and finally crashing to the floor for some serious neck chewing.
Orso will pull away jump up and run to the bedroom, leap on the bed and stand there barking at the other two. What a lame-o. If no one accepts the challenge, he will then leap off the bed and rush back into the fray, because it’s more fun to be chewed on. I don’t know why, I’ve watched them chewing on each other and it looks very painful. Grabbing the jowl or face with their teeth and pulling back, makes me hurt just watching. These three will do this all the time. Go figure.
After much barking, chest slamming and chewing all three will collapse on the floor panting thoroughly spent and happy, watching me right all the knocked over furniture. I think we need more dogs.
A woman's view of hunting...with men 