Dear Mr. Stevens,
We have two 18-month-old male miniature dachshunds (black & red) named Brooks and Dunn. Initially, the litter-mates engaged in normal playing and roughhousing with each other, but it quickly escalated to a near-murderous state when they reached seven months old. Now if they are ever in the same room without a barrier between them, they attempt to fight to the death. “No” means absolutely nothing to them when they get this way – all they hear is “let’s get ready to RUMBLE!”
When people see these puppies with their adorable gazes, calmly sitting in their crates just a few feet apart, they can’t believe it! “But they’re so small!” Perhaps... but size has nothing to do with it: imagine taking two ten-pound bowling balls, wrapping them in barbed wire and playing Klik-Klak with them. Separately, they’re angels; together, it’s hell.
We are now reduced to keeping them in separate crates, letting them out and back in separately, feeding and playing with them individually in rooms separated by baby gates just to keep them apart. [What it’s doing, though, is tearing me apart!] Oddly enough, although they could easily grasp each other’s faces and necks over the baby gates, they don’t. They love to chase each other along the gated areas, jump up against a gate, stand on their hind legs, wag their tails, kiss each other over the gate and run back and forth to the other gate, over and over. This is the most confusing part of their behavior to me.
Allow me to give you a little background. At first, Dunn was the alpha male and he was the sweetest and calmest puppy you’d ever seen (also, he was the largest of the entire litter (my gentle little giant)). He is still very sweet, just not calm anymore – but that’s a separate e-mail altogether.... Brooks was and is the exact opposite - playful, hyper, and bounces a lot. At five to six months of age, Brooks (who, by the way, was also the runt of that same litter) decided he didn’t like the hierarchy and began picking fights with Dunn. Dunn would take it until he couldn’t take any more and eventually began fighting back. After a few nasty fights, during which my boyfriend got bitten each time while trying to break them up, we took the advice of a local trainer and of our vet and had Brooks fixed. This only provided us with a temporary lull in the excitement before they were back to their old selves. By the way, using a water hose on them only resulted in two soaking wet (and now slippery) fighting dogs and an angry, wet boyfriend! Muzzles haven’t worked because one of them will somehow wiggle out and try to do serious damage to the other, who is now defenseless due to his being muzzled.
I truly live in fear every single day that one of us will forget where one dog is and accidentally let the other one in the same room at the same time. I don’t want to get rid of either one, but I am not willing to do this for 15 more years. By the way, we also have a 16-year-old female beagle, who is definitely top dog, and a 6-year-old male cat, who was raised by our beagle and believes he’s also a dog. All four get along with each other (the pups think the cat is just a weird-looking dog who can climb trees)... it’s the two pups together that are the problem.
So, there you have my daily life. What are our options? Do we get Dunn fixed, too? Someone suggested we let them duke it out but I can’t warm up to that thought. At this point, nobody even knows who is alpha anymore (our cat is lying in wait hoping to become the de facto leader). We just want to have pets we can enjoy and who can enjoy each other. I would love to once again see them play together in the yard. Any advice you can provide would be greatly appreciated. I apologize for the length of this e-mail but you're my last hope....
Thank you.
P.S. Do you make housecalls?