Chase & Hunter square off

Not a day after we had company over, telling stories about how kind our two youngest pups were to each other even though they were brothers and both “ball-ified” – meaning of course, that they both have nuts – and that they hadn’t really ever had much of a serious tussle, they go and have a serious tussle.

Over Miles. Specifically, over who gets to be Miles caretaker. Right now Hunter has assumed this role and will not relinquish it. He follows Miles around and licks his wounds and just generally guards him from anything that might be a danger, or in this case, even his own brother, Chase. Chase wanted to come and say ‘Hi’ and Hunter was ready to lay the law down, that he is indeed in charge and visitation hours are not currently open, thankyouverymuch.

If you’re reading this and you know where I live: caution, do not ever jump into my yard. These guys are freakin’ crazy, man, you don’t want to be the source of their ire. Trust me.

Chase got the worst of it. He’s actually maybe an inch taller than his brother, and his Muscles bulge a little more than his bro’s as well, but this is not to imply he’s bigger. His muscle mass is more concentrated at the high-end of the bone, so it sticks out further. Hunter is more solid from tip to toe, and apparently, made of steel. I got them separated after they took to each other, maybe 5 seconds after it began, and Chase started with a little limp in his front left elbow. I figured it was sore from either being landed on, or maybe that’s where my kick landed that pushed them apart, I don’t know. But when we went inside and he sat against our white door in the kitchen, lo and behold there was a stain of red on it; Hunter had managed to get ahold of his brother’s arm and put two punctures in it, outside and in.

Good ones, too. We spent a good 30 minutes clipping, cleaning, and filling with antibiotic ointment:

Chase is big and strong, but it seems that his brother is definitely the ruffian of the two. Not a scratch. Well that’s a lie, he did have a scratch on the inside of his ear, but so minor that it could have been a fruit fly bite or something. 

So what have we learned here, Chase? You’re big bad and black, but for the sake of everyone including yourself, stay out of your brother’s way. There’s going to be a hierarchy, and it would seem that you’re going to have to be OK with being #2. Maybe #1.5. Or find some freakin' kryptonite or something.