When I was a wee lad of 10 my parents owned two dogs name Chucky and Winston. Chucky was a Black Lab and Winston was a Golden Retriever. They were males bought at the same time from two reputable breeders.

Raised together they were buddies and often ran the farm with each other. Despite the camaraderie they were extremely jealous of each other when it came to getting love from the family. I can recall several occasion were they had to be ripped from each others clutches over a pat on the head. Usually the only way to get them apart was to spray them with the garden hose.

They were not taught to fight.