Last night I had class at Petco. See this guy? Adorable, right? His name is Titan and he's a whole lot bigger now. Still a great dog - a pit/American Bulldog mix.
Then there's Shea. Shea is monstrously big. A 6-month-old German Shepherd who already weighs 70 pounds. Goofball, uncoordinated and still a silly puppy.
At the end of class I had Titan and Shea play. They were great - having a ball. I was explaining to their owners what to look for in good play and the two dogs were displaying every part of fun playing. Play-bowing, taking turns with other, staying nice and flexible and general good play. I watched them for a bit to make sure all was good, but as they started to have more and more fun and wear each other out, I turned away to talk to another student about her dog.
As I'm talking to student #3, I all of sudden notice blood. Tons of it. Quentin-Tarantino amounts spraying over the floor and shelves of Petco. UHOH!
I freaked and turned back to the playing dogs, expecting something ugly, even though I didn't hear anything that sounded like fighting, or even a minor squeal.
Turns out Titan had bit his tongue. Didn't even know that he had done that and still ready to play! The blood was tremendous - because he was panting so hard from playing and wriggling around, it was flying all over the place.
All ended well. Both dogs were tired and happy. The owners, luckily, weren't too freaked out. Titan didn't even know there was anything wrong. WHEW!
