Gryfe’s brother, Lu, has been visiting with us for the week while his family vacations in the sunny south.
They’re both sweet, good-natured dogs, but the word exuberant doesn’t come close to describing their behavior when they’re together.
They do everything together, all day long. They wrestle outside together, snack together, chew bones together, follow me around the house together, beg for food together.
They gallop from one end of the house to the other, both hanging on to the same chew toy, like a couple of yoked oxen. They make us laugh, and they make us crazy. I’m constantly running around the house taking things out of mouths and out of reach. Honestly, it’s like having twin toddlers who are much faster than I am, and who have big, sharp teeth.
Good thing for us, they’re lovable and sweet, and don’t hold it against us when we call a “time out” by putting them both in their crates. In spite of what the cats think, the dogs pretty much think this has been The Best Week. Ever.
The dogs look like they’re having such a great time. I just finished my pit’s weekly playdate with her boyfriend, a giant 80lb Am Staff, and man she’s got bites and scrapes all over. I wish they had as much room to run as yours!
Yikes! 80 lbs of wrestling dog! At least these two are slight, though well-muscled and fast. Nothing tires a pup out as much as playing with another one…