They’re nice to humans, but mad intra-species beef.
So Shru has two dogs, who are generally pretty genial and well-behaved. They’re big though. It’s easy to forget that they’re crazy animals. Until they remind you. We had them in the back of the car, which is usually OK, except they smell. We were on Park Street stopped in traffic when someone violated three centimeters of the demilitarised zone and they started fighting. Normally we can catch the growling and separate them, but now it was too late. They were on each others ears, about four inches from our heads.
Dog fight in a closed space is an infinite loop so Shru got out and opened the door. I came around and the two tumbled out. I’m trying to separate them so we’re all on the ground. This being Sri Lanka, a crowd of like 15 people gathers out of nowhere. These are both nice dogs and we’ve had some good times together, bonded I think, but they were in full fight mode and not recognisable. They were actually really scary, and just not letting go.
Yelling didn’t help, neither did slippering. Merc had a choke chain which Shruthi was pulling, but that only resulted in Latte biting him more. I tried to get in there but Merc bit my hand for my troubles (as a warning more than a bite).
Finally I got Latte in a choke hold and we managed to separate them, but barely. Blood everywhere and I’d been rolling around the side of a fairly busy street for a while. I was all cut up, the dogs ears were barely hanging on, their tongues dripping with blood. What a mess. As we’re leaving someone watching then asks me what breed the dogs are, like he wants one.
So, if you saw a ridiculous dog fight on Park Street a few days ago, that was us. I won’t even get into the results of the fight. Besides them getting stitches, dominance relations have changed and one of them is humping the other each time we turn our backs. At least they’re not fighting.