So Murphy and Belle were tussling and wrestling around in my living room as I was trying to read. Lots of shoving and growling and things getting knocked about. Finally I had enough. I separated the two dogs and told them both to lie down. Murphy headed off into the bedroom to sleep on his dog bed and Belle went to the living room dog rug but soon got up again and wandered off to play somewhere else. A few minutes later, she was back, trailing a streamer of about twelve feet of paper towel as she ran through the living room. She'd found a roll in the library and apparently it appealed to her as a substitute for pestering Murphy.
I put my book down, got up, took the paper towel away from her and gathered up what was left of the roll. Then I called Murphy back in and set them on each other again. Some things are just easier to ignore than others. At least when they're scrapping with each other, they leave MY stuff alone.