Well, it finally happened … the knock-down, drag-out fight we knew was coming. Unfortunately, we were in Los Angeles, and the battle for dominance in my kennel took place in Bend, Oregon.
Manny, already high-strung and stressed at our week-long absence, unloaded on his uncle Buddy while our dog sitter was walking them both. Thank God, no puncture wounds or worse, but scary for her and for us. Poor Buddy, such a kind and gentle soul of a dog, now ever-doubtful of his nephew’s intent. Both will get through it, with the new pecking order (we hope) now defined once and for all. At least, I hope they will. That’s where you come in.
I’d broken up earlier, tentative invitations to the inevitable battle, or they were defused by plenty of exercise and other distractions. But two male dogs (Manny intact) confined most of the day with less-than-normal exercise and an unfamiliar environment, it was only a matter of time.
Am I correct in assuming it’s probably over? Or will this happen again once everyone comes home and new turf needs defining? Any advice?