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Peace reigns

How do all your dogs get along?

Booker, Teddy and Torque

Booker, Teddy and Torque

It’s a question we hear a lot – between Fran and me, there are four dogs around; her Boston Terrier Booker and Brussels Griffon Tango, and my French Bulldogs Teddy and Torque.

The truth is – they get along great, for the most part. Tango is the oldest and really enjoys pouncing on Torque, growling and, apparently, biting him. Tango doesn’t actually have many teeth, so Torque thinks it’s pretty funny and bounces right back for more.

Torque likes to chew on ears (both human and canine), which the other dogs find annoying and let him know. He’s also the youngest, most easy-going of the bunch, and least likely to sulk or take anything to heart.

Teddy is kind of a cuddly blob. He doesn’t instigate any mischief, but is the object of both Booker and Torque’s teasing play – they’re always trying to get Teddy to join in the fun.

Booker is the most active dog in the house – which makes sense, because he’s a Boston Terrier. If you want a couch potato – this is not your breed. He’s also sweet and playful and incredibly soft – if you can get him to sit still long enough to be petted.

We haven’t (knock wood) had any serious battles among this crew – but that doesn’t mean we’ve always been immune. Many years ago we had a couple of male dogs that would, on rare occasions, get into real, serious spats. Fran made the mistake one time of reaching in and trying to pull them apart. A couple of stitches were her reward.

Ever since then, we’ve had a “puppy battle protocol” which we actually practice, just like fire drills. When you hear a dog fight, raise your hands over your head, wave them around frantically, scream like a banshee and run in the opposite direction.

It astonishes the dogs so much they break off what they’re doing and follow to see what the heck you’re up to. Works every time.

Peacekeeping with banshee shrieking

When you have multiple dogs in a house it’s a lot like having a bunch of toddlers who don’t understand English. They talk to each other in a language all their own. They play together beautifully. They’re sometimes affectionate, sometimes ignore each other. Sometimes nap on top of each other, sometimes have “he’s touching me!” spats.

And spat they do. Yesterday we noticed that Teddy had a bit of a gouge in his nose. And BookerTeddy's got an owie had a scrape on his chin. We didn’t hear anything, we didn’t see the scrape they got into – but it happens. So we washed them up, told them not to do it again, and sent them off to play. Just like toddlers.

Unfortunately, sometimes dog arguments can get a bit more serious. Back when we were younger, we had a couple of dogs who would actually fight as if they meant it. If we’d left them on their own, they probably would have been fine, but it sounded nasty and could be frightening, and a tiny bit dangerous. Fran found that out when she reached in to break them up and wound up with a few stitches in her thumb.

As a result of that little contretemps, the rules in our house became: “If you see or hear the dogs fighting, raise your hands over your head, shriek like a banshee, and run in the opposite direction.” It’s worked every time. The dogs get this look of bewilderment on their faces and run after us to see what’s wrong. Battle forgotten.