Once Mulligan decided Oliver could stay, it was GAME ON! I must admit that even now, months later, it still makes me a little anxious when they play.
Aside from the noise level (imagine 2 Chewbachas mating), there's the whole "put your head in my mouth" move that they do wherein Oliver sticks his head in Mully's mouth (duh) and Mully gums it. Doesn't look like fun to me, but they love it. Oh, then there's the not any less disconcerting "neck massage" that Mully gives Oliver. Around his throat. Like, all the way around his throat.
It's not one-sided, Oliver has a few signature moves as well. He mostly leverages his relatively small size ( Mully is bigger than Oliver about 3:1) to dart in and out, anchor himself to Mulligan's achilles and pull at the scruff around Mulligan's neck. So his best fighting technique is... annoyance. And when those fail, he grabs a bottle and chases Mulligan with it. Pupster learned quick that the crunch of bottles is Mulligan's kryptonite. He's a smart little shit.
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