tug o' war!

Someone else might have taken the brother's approach as a threat, gotten all worked up and defensive at the idea of someone stealing his rope! But in little Ajax's eyes it was all just a game, all harmless fun and time well spent with his pack mates. He put on a show of growling as he held on tight, the rumble of his empty threat reverberating down the rope as he dug in his back paws and hooked his spine into an n shape as he tugged, one two three! As hard as he could, he attempted to haul the rope back, following his rhythm of three tugs, rest, three tugs rest!

With his pale toes splaying in the dark sand he allowed his achey tail to arch high, gave him a better sense of balance as he maintained his form. This would not be an easy fight, but it was everyone for themselves. The winner would claim the rope as their own and the others would have to sit back and watch, maybe sulk a little or look for something else to play with. In all, it sounded like a grand old time to Ajax!