Molly never had any dog friends, at most she tolerates other dogs. King's older buddies are all gone now, George, the hyena (I wish I had a pic, I have never seen another dog that looked anything like George did) looking dog recently passed at 12, and his Pit bud, Rocky, died last year at 13 of lymphoma. He has a couple of much younger friends now, he's not as close with them as he was with Rocky, who was his all time favorite. One is a female Lab/Pit mix, Sadie, who is very gentle with the old man, and the other is Buford, a Blue Tick who is a little too rough at this point in King's life. King just gives him a dirty look and he collapses into a groveling mess. Once King walks away, he comes right back to life and starts trying to get King to play again. If Molly didn't hate Buford, and I mean hate him, Buford would be my latest dog. King and him slept together 20 minutes after they met, so I doubt there would be any problems there, but Molly went off the deep end when he just grazed her as he walked past her. I didn't think she had the speed, or the strength, to attack a much larger, and almost 12 year younger dog like she did. Buford being a wuss helped a lot, as I was able to get Molly off him before he decided to retaliate. He's very strong and it wouldn't have been good if he would have been pushed to the breaking point.