Dogs Studiously Avoiding Each Other

Taz, as it turns out, is a miserable hostess. We had three dogs over last night, but the party was a total flop. All the elements of a successful get-together seemed to be there: it was boy-girl-boy-girl, plenty of snacks and toys, soft beds, room to romp. I always understood that dogs were pack animals; if they didn't race around together, they'd at least fight for dominance. Instead, they studiously avoided each other. No wild chases. No nuzzling. No warning growls. They just sat or stood around like statues, gazing at nothing. Or maybe they were rehearsing an absurdist play. Waiting for Dogot?