When puppies play

I spent the afternoon puppy sitting our two agents of chaos. They love getting love and being held. Almost as much as attacking each other with extreme gusto. Most of each day the one will ask in some doggie lingo to be held. He enjoys the closeness. The touching. Maybe the warmth and intimacy of the human touch. The hand should never be a fear thing but I think hitting a dog with the hand sooner or later gets there. There is being firm and starting to teach some “no things”. Boundaries of actions. It will take time. But use a hand to inflict pain and the thing a dog associates with love becomes fear. So I watch these two go at it. They will attack each other throughout the day. Each one wins and loses millions of times. But there is never a truce. Watching them I think if one were gone the other would become miserable. There would be no opposite. No other dog with the short tail to go after. The one teases the other. Both have no rules. The game is on. Sam and George know that when…