Has anyone done that old classic thing where you tell a friend: "Hey, take a swing at me and watch, my dog will go after you?" Or "Make like you're attacking me and I bet my dog will be on you."
Yup, with our first Doberman, Duke. We had a whole different relationship with that dog. Our kids were teens and there was a lot more interaction and
different interaction at that time. More roughhousing. More physical play. Not as laid back as we are now. I couldn't rough house with Buddy if I tried. I'm too old! I hurt easily.

Bud loves to play tug, but man, he's strong! I can't do it. Plus when we first got him (at 7 months) he had some fears to deal with and roughhousing him wouldn't have worked out well. He took a gentler touch and fit in well with us at this time in our lives.
But Duke. Ha. My husband wore scratches and cuts on his hands from puppy teeth like badges of Honor! Didn't bother him at all. Not that Duke did it to anyone else. Just dad.

And my son. The boys all loved to roughhouse.
But it was I who that dog was bonded to the most. Buddy is bonded to me in a slightly different way. Duke was like a love affair! He couldn't take his eyes off of me.

We were very tight!

We would play hide and seek all the time. If we were outside, I would go inside and hide. Then they'd let Duke in the house and I could hear him squealing as he raced through the house, up and down the stairs, until he found me. Usually hiding in a closet.
And now to your question (sorry, needed a backdrop

) We would play hit...my husband hitting me. (tapping. Don't worry

) I would say things like, Bad Daddy. (I know, laugh, its ok ! ) And Duke would playfully go after him. Mouthing his hand and not hurting. Then I would start to say OW. Louder and louder and Duke would start to get louder too! And more excited. And more protective! A couple of times we pushed it and I was convinced that if this continued or it was real, that dog would have eaten him! No lie. I was always the one that stopped it because the more serious we got, so did he! But that play fighting made me confident that if I were ever seriously under attack, he would kill for me. I was sure of it.
Oh, and I always wanted someone to hide in the house while we were gone with Duke to see if he came in and noticed that someone was in the house. Funny, I could never get anyone to volunteer.
