Oliver and Chester are quite the pair. When Oliver first arrived in our home, he was about the same size as Chester, but that has all changed rather quickly. Oliver is now a whopping 55 lbs of silly puppyhood, but he and Chester are still the best of friends… most of the time. As you can see, there are some quiet times spent together, but there are also times when they really get going and the house starts a-rocking.
As with most friends, these two like to play, chase, and run together. Oliver will usually be the one to instigate things by nipping at Chester’s tail, or sometimes he’ll throw a soft chew toy at him in an attempt to get him to play. I’m not entirely sure how, but Chester usually stays pretty calm, though he’s always primed and ready to take a swipe at Oliver if things gets too crazy. When things get really out of hand, the rug in the dining room will need to be re-adjusted from their constant high-speed circling of the table. They’ll take turns chasing each other, and it’s quite funny to see a less than nimble 55 lb dog back-tracking to avoid razor-sharp claws.
Oliver is smart enough to know that Chester can pack quite a punch, and it’s comical to watch him bob and weave like a prize fighter as he tries to avoid getting snagged. If things get too heated, Chester is no mug – he knows when to call it quits. When he’s had enough, he darts through the cat flap door and down into the safety of the basement. Oliver will stand at the cat flap peering into the darkness whining softly – he’s left wondering where his buddy went, and why he doesn’t want to play anymore. May they always be best of friends.