My dogs

My dad owns two dogs, a German Shepard and a Doberman. He got them both from the Animal Humane Society as puppies, although the Doberman was much bigger then the Shepard at first. It would chase it around the yard until the German Shepard would hide underneath the pool chairs, which only it was small enough to enter. Fast forwarding two months, both dogs are now even in size, but I’d give the German Shepard the advantage of being the more powerful of the two while the Doberman is more lean and agile. The German Shepard must have remembered the Doberman’s attacks on it because it is now the aggressor. There are times where I will have to separate the two of them because they will not stop fighting and barking. My dad says they’re simply playing with each other, and I can semi-believe that since none of the dogs have been injured yet. It’s amazing how a situation can change right before my eyes where one dog dominates, and now both dogs can hold their ground. I’m pretty sure they keep a healthy respect for one another as they won’t eat the other’s food (that’s the only way I can gauge respect for dogs). It’s comforting to see the dogs to finally be living well together.