My (our?) parents came home from their camping trip today, and Tank was pretty pumped. We had a fun time together, but he missed the rest of his people… and his big brother. We’d be in the middle of fetching balls or snuggling on the couch, and he’d whine a little bit; if we were in the house, he’d go lay where Taco normally lays. So yeah, even though they beat up on each other and sometimes I think they might kill each other (like, actually kill – they bare teeth and growl and it’s a little scary), I think they really do love each other. When we picked Taco up at the doggy spa, Tank couldn’t contain himself and he pounced on him in the parking lot. I swear I saw them kiss hello, but they may have just been trying to eat each others’ faces.
Once we got them both home and they were “free range” again, it was mayhem as they chased each other around the house. I thought Tank was a handful by himself at times (so! much! puppy! excitement! all! the! time!), but the two of them together equals insanity.
But still, they’re so darn cute together. Even if they won’t look at the camera at the same time. 🙂